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[psivn]

Location: Maguayan Beach Activity: Nude Beach @thetriumvirate

⚛️ - "Close your eyes." Continued from here. The last time the two had really been in their own space was assessing the injuries. Ji-Ho had thought about the kiss since then and every moment since he'd first paired off with him during 'Hell Week', they'd seem to be growing fond of each other. Perhaps it was the telekinetic that had taken a liking to the operative. A hand would obscure any sense of sight as the other would guide him blindly down the sandy path. The voices and beachfront melodies began to grow dull with the tides crashing toward the shore overwhelming any noise. Small conversations began to grow fewer in number as the feeling of isolation and privacy soon took central stage. Not that he was being selfish with the man. He just wanted a moment to themselves. A moment they could claim as their own. And when they'd arrive, Ji-Ho released his hand. There was a moment where he exchanged a paper-material for something else. "Don't peek." Ji-Ho was already shirtless as he stood just a few meters away. "Ok! Now!"

He waited for David to be confident in resuming his own agency as he began to undress. Not that he was a bashful person. He could do as others would. Nudity wasn't his problem. He respected all. He just found little immediacy to intimate moments without the aid of some attachment. With David? Well, it felt right. He felt secure. He disrobed. Cotton-spun shirt and shorts tugged free as the line of sight beyond him was littered with several others who would indulge in the nudist activities. He gave very little thought to those who'd see him bare it all. And he had no shame. For fucks sake. They all could've died so this was an opportunity to really give himself to experiences that he may not get again. He'd already secured a nice lounge set and beach towel for them both.

"I want to share this moment with you and I hope you'll participate. If not, I can count on seeing you in a bit? Shit. It's too much, isn't it?"

[pandorascadaver]

↳ In need of distraction... smoke & cadaver...

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𝕊𝕚𝕩 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤. 𝔸𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕, 𝕚𝕗 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 ℍ𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ��𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕤.

He had gone from being a genuine team player, and protector, in his past life to being so reclusive that his own callsign could have been Cryptid and it would have made sense. He was tired of losing people and he figured it would be easier on him if he didn't build any interpersonal relationships this time around, though the division leaders didn't seem to agree.

Build rapport, interact with your fellow agents, integrate yourself into the team.

That was his underlying mission for the retreat they were on-- and needless to say, so far he was not doing well at it.

Grabbing another bottle of beer for himself from behind the bar in Sinogo Hall, he grumbled to himself about how noisy everything and everyone was before taking a heavy swig of his new drink. Usually he turned to drinking to distract him from his thoughts, and everything else that haunted his mind, but tonight it wasn't working. He was going to need help.

Looking over, he noticed a man he somewhat recognized; it was hard to forget handsome faces. Build rapport, interact with your fellow agents, integrate yourself into the team. Those words kept repeating over and over in his mind, even as he finished his beer; the alcohol doing little to drown it out. He had no choice. He had to approach the other man.

Sauntering up to him, he fell into place standing at the bar next to him and let out a heavy breath. "I need a good fuck." He commented plainly, rather than breaking the ice with small talk or, you know, introducing himself. To continue his brazen approach, he then reached over and took the drink set out in front of the other agent and quickly finished it off himself. "You in?" At least this time, when he spoke, he had the decency to look at the man to make it clear that Holden was talking to him.

[myriadpandora]

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Cayden was having a grand time. glassy eyed, and a buzz ringing in his head as he enjoyed himself, a drunken buzz making him feel good and relaxed, the whirring of his mind he could usually only silence when he was high. This was nice. He was with his...friends? Were they friends? Were any of them actually friends? Cayden would certainly mourn them all if they were lost forever. But he couldn't say they would do the same for him. Not that it mattered. Certainly not in the moment.

Moving from his seat in the booth they were all sharing his made his way to where the balcony was, moving between the crowd, his hand brushed by people, already synthesizing something to break down the alcohol in his system and neutralize it so he could keep drinking with the rest of them, but he needed the cool night air. Well tepid night air. Cooling off from the din and the crowd inside, a moment to be alone. Well almost alone. A soft smile touched his face as he saw the other and come up and stand next to him. "Hey there stranger."

[pandorasurvive]

LOCATION :      UNKNOWN ISLAND, SIARGAO.

"   come on! we didn't come all the way here just for you to sit there.  "           theseus says with that cheeky grin he rarely wears, as he jumped from the boat and into the water. he was already taking his clothes off by this time, until he's down only to his tight underwear when he finally went under to enjoy the crystal clear water.

when he emerges again, he was looking at lars expectantly.    "    and besides, if you stay there ...    " his voice is deeper now-- seductive-- before raising a hand to show his underwear now taken off as well. with a wink, he threw the garment on the beach playfully.    "    ... you're gonna miss out on all the fun.    "

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[osoenelbosque]

closed starter for: @thetriumvirate location: and they were roommates (vacay edition)

He limped quietly back to his room, giving polite nods and smiles at other guests of the Kaptan Gardens Beach Resort. Although, Jaime wasn't getting any greetings in return. The wrath agent understood their hesitance. The split lip, bruised eyes, and general rugged demeanor of the returning vice agent left more to be desired for company. It didn't stop him from nodding his head politely at those walking past him as he made his way towards his ideal company.

"Honey, I'm home." Jaime calls out into their shared lodgings for the vacation. Attempting to hide the soreness of his body by leaning against the door frame, Jaime looks around the open space living area and kitchen, hoping to find his roomie and fellow agent Alistair around for their usual post-mission routine. Taking the sunglasses covering the pair of black shiners, Jaime groans as he lifts himself from the door frame, slowly walking deeper into their shared lodgings. Closing the door behind him, Jaime decides to call out once more, placing his sunglasses on the kitchenette's island counter. A sore but manageable grin grows on his face as Jaime decides to continue removing more of his clothes as he called to the envy agent. "Your comparde's back, roomie. I want to thank you for rescuing me."

[secretofpandora]

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The newly released agent found himself walking along the beach, hands in the pockets of his swimming trunks as he contemplated his being there. He had thought that perhaps he'd have gotten some power akin to healing, given his previous past working as a paramedic, but instead he was given such a destructive power? It was hard to wrap his head around... He had agreed to join Pandora, to train with them and be subjected to their serum because he thought he'd be helping people... How could he help people with fire? Fire was destructive, violent... everything he wasn't.

Some people said that the power you possessed was a manifestation of something inside of you, and so Lucas couldn't help but wonder... Does this mean that he was supposed to be destructive and violent like the fire that he could now wield? He was hardly explosive, a polite and easy-mannered man that did what he could to help people and make them smile... but perhaps there was something inside of him that he didn't quite understand...

Lost in his thoughts, Lucas didn't realize that he wasn't the only one on the beach until his shoulder connected with another. "Oh shoot... I'm sorry," Lucas immediately apologized, knowing that it was entirely his fault for not looking. "I was lost in my thoughts and just... I should've been paying attention... I'm sorry... Are you okay?"

[youmustswearonit]

If there was any doubt that Nero was resistant to the Scottish man's charms, let them be squashed here and now. Staring at the other man's bright blue eyes, mere inches from his own wide, dark and drowning brown eyes, Nero moans were cut off by each of the men's thrusts into his welcoming hole. The fullness of the two cocks inside sent waves of euphoria across the fortitude agent's body. The waves only renewed in intensity each time a pair of hips met with Nero's. And then he hears those addicting words leave Alistair's lips. "Fuck.." Nero whimpers from his bloodied lips as his hole squeezes around the pair of the two men's cocks. It was all the fortitude agent wanted to be in that moment. A good pet. His good pet. Anything Nero was capable of doing to keep that title, he would do. All Alistair had to do was name. The fact that it got his own cock stiff, throbbing, and covered in his arousal was just a bonus. Lapping his bloodied lip, Nero presses a kiss onto the devilishly handsome man's cheek, a messy outline of his bottom lip left on Alistair's cheek in blood. It looked prominent in the pale restroom lighting, ran itself across the envy agent's cheek as Nero watches it mix with the sweat on Alistair's perfect skin.

"So good…" His face twisted in an expression between pain and pleasure, appropriate to how the two men inside him managed to bottom him out with each of their respective thrusts. And yet, Nero couldn't get enough. Repositioning themselves as the two men continued to drown the fortitude agent with overstimulation, Nero's hands glide across Alistair's neck, resting themselves on top of Smoke's sturdy looking collar bones. His fingertips trailing across the faint light of the collars on both agent's necks. A tempting thought begins in Nero's mind as he continued to trace along the latch that could easily release if Nero played with it for just a second. If only his mind was focused enough in the tech in front of him and not on the equipment currently turning his brain into a pleasure obsessed goner (certainly not any other word with those combination of letters). How truly fucked would Nero be? How many orgasms would have oozed from the fortitude agent's cock with both men at their fullest? He groans, loud and desperate, the feeling of his aching cock waiting to shoot his load fighting the desire to last for the dominant man watching him. He wanted to prove he could go the distance. He wanted to be his good pet.

Nero's eyes shut themselves, his mouth release a hiss as he feels Alistair tongue run across his body. The wet and rough texture of the envy agent's body felt unbelievable. His cock throbbing at each swipe from Smoke's tongue. He swallows dryly before feeling the pride agent's mouth along his neck, earning another loud groan, his cock's twitching mirroring the ones coming from Prometheus' cock. The hand holding the back of the pride agent's head pressing Lars' lips closer to neck, keeping him on his pulse while his free hand dug his nails into Alistair's back as he felt his skin lift in goosebumps with each heated breath joining Smoke's tongue as they touched Nero's glistening sweaty skin. He couldn't get enough of the two men. He'd often felt guilty in his unintentional fetish for the vice agents of Pandora. Never holding much value in his ties with fellow virtue agents, it made Nero feel selfish. Out of place as he'd often imagined himself in the throws of the vice agents and the pleasure he'd gain from their enhanced bodies. Perhaps it was his time to be selfish? In committing himself to his desires to surrender himself to the whims of the pride and envy agent. In taking them to their fullest.

"No--! No, please! D-Don't stop!" Nero all but screams, his breath short shallow sobs, desperate to prolong the feeling of ecstasy across the fortitude agent's own meaty body. He brings them both closer together. His hole continues squeezing both of their cocks as each of their combined thrusts brushes his sweet spot without fail. "Not yet, p-please! Not yet..."

Neither one of them could tell what was hotter. If the situation itself considering both of them had their cocks buried balls deep inside the Fortitude agent, if the fact that Nero’s moans seemed to rattle them to their core – or even the entirety of the scenario played before their eyes. At least, Lars was most definitely impressed and that wasn’t an easy feat to achieve. He loved to tease. To give someone a blowjob or even get one, go get a more hands-on approach with someone on their first meeting… but never actual sex. To him, it was a matter of pride. If the person he was with returned for more, then that meant that he was worthy of his attention. But this? It was not the first threesome he was involved in, and it would definitely not be the last. But he was impressed. Nero’s heated body pressed against his chest as he aided Smoke in keeping the man up, his shallow breathing alongside his moans and clenching motions. It was taking everything in his power to follow the directives given by Alistair, when all he wanted was to ask if Nero was good and then proceed to drill him the same way he would drill through steel: without remorse, hesitation or even concern.

”Good pet.” Alistair was admiring the view. Charon was a fucking mess already, his body folded in half between the two of them and taking both their cocks like he had been born to do it. To be split open, ripped apart, unmade and put back together over and over again. Prometheus was holding himself back, obviously. He could tell that much. Was it because he was playing second fiddle in this threesome or he was conserving his energy since their bands nullified their powers so far away from the resort? Whatever the reason – Alistair could not care a single bit. They both knew what needed to be done. To make Nero sweat more, scream more, beg more. To fuck him in ways that would make him lose all grip in reality altogether so that once he came back from his climax, the only thing he would be able to think was how good this was.

And all because of him.

With a grin, Smoke leaned over Nero’s body, his tongue dancing against his tanned, burning skin. He licked away a portion of the thin layer of sweat covering his prized pet close to his collarbone while Prometheus were pressing his lips to the opposite side of the neck – nibbling, licking and kissing the rapid beating pulse point there. And then Smoke rammed himself so damn hard that he could feel Prometheus’ body shifting, a foot being placed behind the other for support. “Don’ go fallin’ now.” And as he slowly, methodically began to pull back – it was his turn to lean against the sink under the powerful impact of Prometheus’ thrust. So hard and vicious that he felt it to his core. Was Nero being ripped apart right at the seams because both of them were competing to see who would make him scream louder? If yes… well, maybe the Pride agent was more fun than he thought.

”I got you.” Prometheus’ lips danced and worshiped Nero’s earlobe, teeth nibbling the upper area as he felt his cock throb inside that strangling hole. Neither he nor Smoke seemed to have an interest in keeping things kind. On putting Nero’s well-being and safety first. Well – he normally would but there was something gnawing on the back of his mind. Was this some competition between him and Alistair to see who would make Charon scream the loudest? He viewed Nero as an equal partner. Someone who needed to be pleased just as much as he was. A give-and-take symbiotic relationship. At least, that’s how Lars viewed his sexual encounters. But Smoke? The way he was thrusting one more, the way he was bluntly displaying his dominance and proprietorship over Nero. “I don’t think he will last much.” Not just the promise of an impending orgasm but Lars was sure that having both him and Alistair inside him would definitely take its toll sooner or later. And he really hated breaking pretty toys. “I have an idea.” Prometheus’ rolled his hips a bit, flexing his knees just enough to give him the right angle he was searching for. “We aim for the hot spot?” Wasn’t that Smoke’s goal? Make Nero come without control? To see which one of them would fill him first? And their minds seemed aligned for that moment since both of them thrust themselves into Nero at the exact same time – wanting nothing more than to hit that soft bundle of nerves that would, without a doubt – make Nero howl in pleasure.

[thrallttleme]

vacay starter for: @thetriumvirate location: nude beach

"And the jar went where--? Kidding, I think I've used that line already." Virgil beams, sitting and laying down across the lounging chairs along the beach. The nude beach. Where they were nude. As bare as a baby's bottom. Though as Pandora's favorite greed agent laid down to catch a bit of vitamin D, as well as some sunshine, there was nothing baby sized to be found about Virgil and his naked body. His skin glistening in a mix of oils and sweat, his chest rising and falling with the nice fresh air of the sea. It was probably the first time these agents had a breath of air that wasn't recycled farts traveling through the base's central air systems. Not as salty either. Watching other people walk on by, Virgil couldn't help but give a grin in passing. Seeing a familiar face in particular, Virgil couldn't help but add an all so subtle spreading of his legs. "About time I met up with you here. You mind getting some sunscreen on my legs? Don't forget about the third one."

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🕊️ - Elysium made sure he was taking up space for his lonesome, achy little heart. What he would assume was the best method of approach was going to have to be forgotten for the moment. Fatigue. Injury. Grief. All these feelings culminated into what he would imagine would be waking Hell. His fingers picked at the bindings of his medical bag. Strategically, he let the others take charge as he held the backline for the moment. He couldn't manage another moment in the spotlight. He was holding in every emotion, every reflex, and every essence that kept him together. Elysium's eyes steadied his feet, strangely following the magnetism of herd mentality. The proximity allowed him to dwell on his own thoughts and escape the necessity of preserving others. He felt as if he needed to concern himself with the prospects that this may be his new normal.

Once his group entered the clearing, each agent silently dispersed. He stood there, trying to regain some sense of autonomy. His shoulders rose as his breast swelled with the sharp, sudden influx of air that he took in with the inhale. The feathers that lined the outside of chest fluffed beneath his vest. The exhale the he'd let out was heavy with the burdening of the emotional tow. He could cry, to be honest. Plant his face into his open palms and let the tears flow. Sorrow wasn't a great emotion to be in especially when so familiar with be light and levity. He rubbed his brow as he finally acknowledge Prometheus was coming back. His eyes darted toward the ground, fleeting to-and-fro a couple of times. He wasn't sure if he'd left something on the trail so he didn't assume. It was best if he didn't. He couldn't manage more emotional shifts.

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[leschevalier]

Bloodborn would have his hands full with Dragunov. Gossamer had seen his handiwork firsthand, and it had stained his very soul. Knowing what the man was capable of, he was wary to face him in combat. He was made even more terrifying thanks to his bloodbending, and by his childhood trauma. It had all happened so long ago, when Perry was still just a spiderling and wrapped in the comfort of his mother's web. Dragunov had ambushed them, tossing Gossamer aside when he rushed to his parent's aid. He had tied the boy up, forcing him to watch the execution of his family. Gossamer bristles as the thought crosses his mind. His mother had glanced at him with sympathy in her eyes for the very first time in his short life. Dragunov had shot her between the eyes while his father raged beside her. He had fought until the very end, struggling against his restraints until Dragunov shot him, too.

Gossamer can still recall the scene as clearly as if it happened yesterday. Having been gagged, his throat was raw with screaming, and his vision was clouded with tears. Dragunov doused the apartment in gasoline, humming a tune in the process. Having been instructed to leave Perry alive to serve as an example, Dragunov freed the boy but not before nearly knocking him unconscious. He couldn't risk the spiderling following him and making a scene. Dumped at the feet of his parents, Gossamer was left to struggle while their penthouse burned around him. He barely had enough time to grab his mother's sniper rifle, before hopping out the window to safety. That rifle was all he had left of his former life, and one that he still used today. Widowmaker was her name, and she had been through thick and thin with Gossamer. It would have been fitting for him to use that very rifle to end Dragunov, but he wanted to be up close and personal for the kill.

Broken out of his reverie, Gossamer offers a smile. "Hell yeah, I do. That sounds fucking cool." Gore never bothered the spider, and he welcomed being covered in viscera. Swinging from tree to tree, he followed after Bloodborn. "I've had my fun. If I keep going there won't be anybody to fight later." He says, certain that he would have continued his fun until sunset, and even then that wouldn't have impeded him. Gossamer was lethal at anytime of the day, and especially terrifying at night where he could move unnoticed. "That sounds so fucking cool." He lands beside Bloodborn without breaking his stride, walking beside the agent. "Of course ya can! I'm an open book." Gossamer chirps, maintaining his smile even after being asked about Dragunov. "Wow! What a loaded question." He's obviously deflecting when he chuckles, "If I had it my way I'd be able to take him back to Atlantis and torture him until I'm satisfied. But beggars can't be choosers. I'm happy as long as I get to watch it happen." Gossamer replies, unable to recall the hundreds of thousands of times he had envisioned the man's death at his hand. "What happens next? I don't know. I've never thought about it.."

Who the fuck said romance was dead? Nothing like the prospect of death and mayhem to get the blood pumping and the mood uplifted. To him, there was no personal stake in this mission. It was just like any other mission he had gone on before, with the added bonus of crossing paths with another bloodwielder. Maybe he wanted to see what Dragunov was about. Maybe he wanted to test his own skill against the other man before Gossamer would cut off his skin and dance on his corpse. It was a matter of pride for him. A way to fully evaluate his skills compared to someone who had the same powers as he did – for everyone else was easy. Not saying that others were weak. They all had their strengths and capabilities… but when you can puppet someone via their blood or make their heart stop within seconds? It took a special kind of comparison. Dragunov could be that for him before he would meet his gruesome end.

”You want to see me blow up some heads?” One of his eyebrows arched at the suggestion. Not out of surprise but intrigue. David was aware that some people considered his powers fascinating – albeit messy – but to actually want to see him give people full-on aneurysms and see them drop dead on the spot? Maybe Gossamer was trying to tune in his killer instinct before the fight. “And have you miss the fun?” With a chuckle, Bloodborn started to walk in a specific direction – one of his hands casually resting on top of the handle of the small sword he carried on his hip. Not that required weapons but who the fuck knows? Circumstances could change and alternative methods of killing would be required. “If I close my eyes and focus, I can sense the blood flow in living things. The trickier part is identifying the source, since it could also be animal.” And he wasn’t going on a killing rampage of poor innocent animals. “Can I ask you a personal question? What will you do when you kill Dragunov? What’s next for you?”

[pandoraiis]

 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃                   ▪                 *   shriek.            𝘁𝗵𝗲   𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗽.            this   place   was   cold:   not   the   pretty   chill   or   voluminous   snowpile   like   the   retreats   to   aspen   where   you   could   lay   buttass   naked   on   a   bear   rug   next   to   the   fireplace.   the   village   certainly   could   use   a   tourist   boost   …   or   perhaps   not   given   the   situation   at   hand.   shriek   was   assigned   to   the   aftermissions,   meaning   they   were   on   standby,   waiting   for   everyone   to   return   from   their   sectors   so   they   could   all   return   to   their   more   aquatic   home.   soon   enough,   agents   were   coming   back   …   though   there   was   a   heavy   list   of   those   who   didn't.   one   name   in   particular   stood   out   to   the   screaming   operative   and   they   wanted   to   make   sure   they   hadn't   misheard,   hence   why   they   had   asked   one   of   the   agents   who   had   been   brought   into   the   medbay   area:   bloodborn   was   his   name   ?   they've   heard   of   them   a   few   times,   though   not   always   in   the   best   regards.   eager   and   bloodthirsty,   thierry   had   heard.   but   a   man   as   such   would   tell   the   truth,   which   is   what   they   wanted   now. 

❝   so   everyone   they   said   …   they're   all   gone   ?   everybody   ?   ❞   thierry   asks   with   slightly   forlorn   eyes.   they   wanted   to   ask   for   a   name   in   particular   but   they   didn't   want   to   be   too   personal   …   or   at   least   appear   so. 

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[pandorasurvive]

LOCATION :      EL LOBO CLUB, SIARGAO.

"     i didn't bring you here to be such a party pooper, you know. we walked twenty minutes to get here. you can at least try to dance.   "           mercy says, grabbing smoke by the hand impatiently, as the music of the night club roars with the crowd. did he know that smoke was gonna be like this when he decided to ask him to come? yes, of course. and he's pretty sure he also didn't even plan to go to a night club on their first day of the island.

but he's drunk and spontaneous now. he had hoped that the man would at least make an exception for him. even just this one time. when the pulling dragging didn't work, he then tried to lean in close to whisper to him over the loud music. almost perfectly executed ... if only he didn't trip and nearly ate shit, catching himself by holding on to the other man. at least they're close now.    "   come on, man. loosen up. you don't even have to dance. we can do other stuff there, too, you know.   "

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[ladybuggete]

Was gifted these Trek Treasures today ❤❤❤

[desknned]

victor  watched  as  the  words  sunk  in.  lars'  reaction  was  even  better  than  he  had  expected,  a  long  moan  bubbling  in  his  throat  as  the  other  man  claimed  his  mouth  in  a  rough  kiss,  nipping  and  biting  on  his  lips,  tongue  swiping  into  that  sinful  mouth.  he  shuddered  at  the  intent,  the  surety  in  lars'  voice,  though  the  corner  of  his  reddened  lips  quirked  up  in  a  small  grin.  the  memory  of  their  first  night  together  had  been  playing  on  a  loop  inside  victor's  head;  knowing  that  he  wasn't  the  only  one  who  wanted  more  than  what  they  had  experienced  before  brought  satisfaction  curling  in  the  depth  of  victor's  stomach.  "my  room,  come  on."  fortunately,  victor's  roommate  was  the  type  to  mind  their  own  business.  he  definitely  wouldn't  mind  hearing  a  bit  of  victor's  action,  or  so  victor  hoped.

with  the  last  bit  of  his  energy,  victor  tugged  lars  to  the  direction  of  his  room,  willfully  ignoring  the  throbbing  inside  his  pants  because,  while  victor  didn't  mind  a  little  show  in  public,  he  wanted  his  time  to  be  under  the  protection  of  4-walls.  as  soon  as  the  door  shut  close  behind  lars,  victor  shoved  the  other  man  up  against  it,  the  eagerness  in  the  movement  dampened  slightly  by  the  exhaustion  he  felt.  "i  love  doing  that,"  victor  said  with  a  small  chuckle,  lips  seeking  the  sharp  line  of  lars'  jaw.  he  hadn't  had  the  chance  to  do  so  during  their  first  night  and  he  intended  to  remedy  that.

Jerked off with your shorts in my mouth. Whatever Prometheus was expecting to hear from Victor, that was not it. His eyes opened wider than before, and he could have sworn that his mouth hung open for a couple of seconds. The mental image on his mind was vivid: Victor, lying on his bed with his underwear between his teeth, jerking himself off while keeping those long, muscular legs spread open and ready for the taking – thinking of how good it would feel to have him inside. If that wouldn’t get a man rock hard in a matter of seconds, then Prometheus didn’t know what would. He swallowed the lump in his throat and after a couple of blinks to return to the present, Lars wasted no time in kissing Volt fully on the lips. A harsh, needy, heated kiss that ended up with him biting down and pulling the other agent’s bottom lip as he leaned back. “I’ve been wanting to be inside you since the day I sucked you off in my room.” But Lars had a rule he always followed: never fuck someone on the first date. Let them come back if they really wanted more otherwise, they weren’t worth his time. There is only one question left. One that he took his time presenting while rubbing, massaging, and teasing the monster concealed between Victor’s legs. “I can’t get tired, babe. I’m happy doing all the work. Question is… your room or mine?”

[beatmaica]

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[youmustswearonit]

As much restraint Nero should show towards the vice agent, the sight of Walter blushing did anything but encourage him to keep his distance. A tongue licks across his own lips, a hunger drawn across Charon's hooded eyes as they stayed on Walter's lips. He wouldn't ask this of his good friend. There was so much heavy lifting in those pair of words, especially now. Nero knew he shouldn't be treating Walter like, shouldn't be coveting him like this. The lives it cost to bring them here, was Charon really prepared to spit on their memory for an unrequited feeling?

The Fortitude agent found himself enveloped in the color of Walter's cheeks, the success in turning them a deeper shade made Nero want to drown in the vibrant hue just as much. The smile on Walter's lip seemed like a prize in and of itself. The amount of control Nero had surprised him. Though that was soon surpassed as he feel Walter's lips crashing into his own. Fucking finally. Nero found himself thinking as he returned to Harbinger what was his. Soft and lingering, Nero kisses him. His hands held onto the other's shirt, a delicate game of tug and pull as Nero fought with himself in keeping the fellow agent at a healthy distance until the duration of their kiss.

He didn't want to let up from Walter's lips. Inside of him was some sick hope, a dangerous suggestion of denial. Hoping Walter's actions were simply not true. Hoping that if he kissed Walter long enough, maybe they'd wake up and their friends would still be alive. Hoping if he kisses him longer, he'd have to return it, have to survive Czernobog. For a virtue agent. For him. Closing his eyes, Nero braces for the separation of their lips.

He inhales sharply, eyes fluttering open once more as he watches Walter in front of him. "Right. To be continued." Nero attempted to laugh off his conflicted feelings. His hands reach up to gently hold Walter's waist, his unease lingering, but his face finally able to hide his gripe with uncertainty. "And if we can get this thing working, maybe we can have a repeat of our fun in the medbay, eh?" Nero chuckles, a hand came up to playfully tap at his collar.

@thetriumvirate

A kiss? Harbinger looks straight into Charon’s face, and he can tell that he is blushing by the heat pooling on his cheeks at the mere mention of a kiss. It was one of the very few things he was able to provide when it came to physical contact and while he always craved for such an opportunity to display some modicum of intimacy, it didn’t come easy for Walter to open himself up and let other people in. The perpetual fear of hurting others lingered in his mind. Behind every thought. Behind every action. What if this was the time he would lose control and accidentally kill someone else like he did to that poor scientist? One thing was killing people because he was ordered to dispose of them, and another was… well… that. He took a deep breath. Almost like steeling himself for what was to come but Walter definitely did not expect for Nero to lean in and press a tender kiss on his cheek. If he wasn’t blushing before, he definitely was now. There was something so sweet about such a simple action. So pure. His lips curled into a smile,e and before he could think twice about what he was doing, both of his hands were pulling Nero’s face toward him so that he could press their lips together.

A kiss. He could give one kiss. He focused for long enough to let himself kiss and be kissed by Nero, shyly parting open his mouth so that his tongue could seek the other man’s. It wasn’t a full-on makeout session but definitely a more intimate kiss than one pressed against his cheek. And right before things would escalate, Walter pulled back. Resting his forehead against the other agent’s gloved hands moving to hold onto Nero’s broad shoulders for a moment or two. Now that… was a kiss. “To be continued once we both return.” How far he could try this was something not even Walter could predict. But who knows? “I won’t be cocky and say for you to come back alive for another kiss but if that’s the incentive you need to come back?” Well… whatever worked, right?