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Who: Potemkin, Venom
What: Potemkin and Venom meet in a gay bar
When: Sometime before Xrd when things start to get sad
Where: Bars are international

This place keeps the lights dim enough that all the figures inside become crushed into its darkness, and Potemkin looks so much like a comfortable regular not even he stands out. If it wasn't for being completely unique, he could pass for any big guy who likes to take a seat and some time with a shot of whiskey at the end of a long day.

Why Potemkin comes here specifically is an open question, but for whatever reason he holds this place suits them, so he's fine visiting this bar. Alone. Given the friendliness of the other patrons he really shouldn't have expected to not be interrupted for conversation eventually.

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This remains the greatest challenge Potemkin has presented to Venom so far, because Potemkin doesn't push much past that. Every second his finger stays inside of him is another tease, a test to both of their nerves. Potemkin feels his finger pushing against Venom's body, even when it's still. So it's time that gets Potemkin to decide he is ready.

"Venom...I believe this is the widest I can make you..." Potemkin speaks to the man resting against his chest.

The assassin makes a strange noise when he's told that. Like he's strained but disappointed. But he doesn't want to push Potemkin beyond his comfort zone, so he nods. His body's grown more relaxed since the finger breached him, even though he still wants to ride his partner's hand. Slowly, he nudges away from Potemkin's hand, sliding down to prep the cock that's been waiting so patiently for him.

He squeezes a generous amount of lube into his hand before gently wrapping his fingers around that length. His lips brush against the head, giving it a soft kiss as he coats the skin.

"I feel so empty," Venom teases as he strokes.

Potemkin's hand bows to Venom's nudging, pliant and submissive Potemkin despite the literal hold he has over him.

Between the teasing and getting a warm hand over his cock again, Potemkin's cool is cracked as soon as he's no longer pressured into worrying for Venom's safety. The kiss pushes him over. Potemkin moans, coming off as being squeezed by the stimulation that makes him wince.

"I am impressed that you still want this," he manages to make one comment on Venom's appetite.

"Your finger inspired me to... see us through to the end..." Or maybe Venom's just that aroused.

Once he feels Potemkin is ready, Venom straddles the best he can, parting his thighs as wide as possible. With the practiced hand of an assassin, he carefully guides the head to his entrance, nudging his hips until the warm skin pushes past the tight muscle. The assassin leader sucks in his breath, using both hands to steady himself against the soldier's body. It's far more intense than Potemkin's finger, but it feels several times more pleasurable.

Potemkin is barely inside, yet Venom's about ready to lose control once more.

Potemkin makes a sharp noise something like a combination of a gasp and a grunt, and with Venom's hands now on his body, it requires Potemkin to check his instincts to not return with his own hands. He succeeds in holding Venom in place in the cup of his body, while Venom does most of the work on his own.

His breathing is so careful but sounds too loud, betraying how tried Potemkin is, how much of him is going into staying in control like this, as he moves his cock into Venom's body.

Venom's own breath is slow and very deep, his body doing everything in its power to relax those lower muscles. Potemkin is easily the largest he's ever had, and he feels that the soldier is going to spoil him. The assassin takes him deeper, his eyes shutting tight.

"A-aahhh..." Any coherency is lost as his mind is completely focused on their act.

Potemkin had been entirely focused on how much this would be for Venom, but the sensation of his cock entering the man, even stretched, hits him almost as hard. The pitch of his breathing keeps its rhythm, the only interruption being a barely noticeable hitch, continuing as more of him slides in. But he feels Venom constantly now, his warmth and his body and how it just fits to his giant cock.

Potemkin doesn't last. The arm that is now free moves to desperately find another grip on Venom, when Potemkin's hands are enormous enough to hold Venom's entire waist. It's uncharacteristically aimless and awkward, and is the first time he touches on rough treatment of Venom, but in his little physical outburst is the truth of how he wants Venom close to him.

The assassin doesn't seem to mind the touch of roughness. Venom almost seems to encourage it as he lowers himself as far as possible, clinging to his lover for dear life. His fingers dig into skin from the intensity, but he refuses to yield. Slowly, he starts to grind his hips as opposed to full on bouncing.

"S-so good... you feel so good..." He utters, his eyes wide with pleasure. Slowly, he leans in for a light kiss, showing Potemkin that he's just fine.

Potemkin makes a noise when Venom moves around on top of him even slightly, every motion jerking him around with him. It's so hard to go back, and Potemkin mentally scrambles for something stable to think about like a man adrift reaching out to a rescue line, because he swears Venom was waiting for this all along, that this is what he wanted out of him.

A kiss right now is shocking in the same way a raindrop to the face is, and Potemkin returns it easily, kissing at the same time he continues fucking him. With Venom grinding against his shaft, getting Potemkin to push back against his rear, Potemkin kisses harder and stays on his lips for longer than what Venom started with.

Part of Venom did want to spend the night with the soldier. He'd been lonely, and Potemkin piqued his curiosity greatly. But he found more than he expected; Potemkin's a gentleman on the level of Lord Slayer, treating him with care and respect he's never received before. And he feels incredible. Venom really does doubt he'll ever be able to sleep with any other men after this.

So spoiled.

Venom breathes heavily into the deepened kiss, his hips starting to move up and down along with grinding. He knows he's going to be sore the next morning, and it's going to be worth it.

Potemkin, still dazed and still confused on what's right to do or feel, can still be grateful for the movement of Venom's hips. It feels like all of Venom is moving up and down along with him, together in how Potemkin's cock ebbs against Venom's ass. Eventually he eases, still doing this. Potemkin would not have walked with Venom into this room if he was not willing to give some trust to Venom, but he still would never have expected to be comfortable like this, with the knowing that comes from Venom sighing and clinging onto him that no matter what he does it will be right.

Potemkin's reach stopped being desperate, and he starts to hold his back again, like keeping a shivering creature warm.

The move has Venom temporarily slowing down. He moves closer to Potemkin's chest, enjoying the gentle contact. It earns the soldier a very warm kiss as he starts moving his hips again. "You're so good to me..." He breathes into the other's lips as he reaches down to stroke himself. He's been very close for a while, but the entire experience has kept him from pushing himself over.

He wants to continue speaking, but the feeling of being cradled is something that he wants to savor both physically and emotionally.

Potemkin notes how Venom treats this, and the petting and touching from earlier. It seems that this was more needed for Venom than what he expected. Potemkin feels regret at how he had been more irreverent toward this at the beginning, but he's already right in the middle of making it up to him.

Potemkin's muscular chest provides plenty for Venom to lie on, acting as a recline at his front while underneath Potemkin's lap steadily moves up and down inside Venom.

Despite all those muscles, Venom finds Potemkin rather comfortable. He has that warmth and security about him, and it makes the assassin want to curl up. But not before finishing their lascivious act.

Venom pulls up for a bit, giving himself room to stroke off and grind his hips against that large organ within. He wonders if Potemkin is anywhere near climax as he's been very steady for the past several minutes. He hopes so since he wants to be filled in more ways than one.

As harsh as all those muscles may have looked when Potemkin was on the field as a soldier, when he's just a man who only means to carry and cuddle his lover that same body turns out to be quite inviting.

Potemkin involuntarily gasps when his cock is jerked again by Venom moving his hips, disbelief running through him at how Venom is still teasing him even though he's the one being fucked. Potemkin may have been assuming a bit that Venom would be the one to finish first, just going off of the magnitude of what he was taking, but he's hit with the exhilarating realization that he might not be so sure.

Assassins learn to adapt in any situation, and apparently it can apply in the bedroom, as well. And assassins cannot be broken so easily. Despite being close to losing control many times, Venom's managed to stave it off, but now there's something building within. That something is getting stronger with every movement, every thrust.

His moans grow with that pleasure, his body grinding against that organ even harder. It's clear he's about to come, but not without the man beneath him.

Seeing Venom driving himself so close to the edge brings something out of Potemkin. It's impossible to watch him and to not feel urging and desire along with him, and that along with the forceful treatment to his cock is what pulls him over.

Potemkin's arms, which for this whole night had been adjusting to fit around Venom to make for a comfortable, gentle hold, stiffen along tendons as his joints lock, which keeps Venom in place for Potemkin to come inside him. Potemkin moans, digging his face into Venom's hair, which thanks to his height is nearby for him.

That lovely moan and warm wetness beneath are what finally pushes Venom over the edge. He clings to Potemkin, his muscles clenching and tensing up as his own pleasure turns to liquid in his hand. It splashes between them, causing a bit of a mess that Venom doesn't seem to notice.

He holds himself in place, reveling in the sensation of being flooded by the larger man. It feels so wrong yet perfect, his body filthy from their act. Once the last of his seed has fallen, he leans against his partner, tired but clearly pleased.

Potemkin keeps on moaning and digging his face into Venom's hair, like still ensnared by the last of that pleasure. The relentless grind Venom put Potemkin through has a long effect, and Potemkin rolls his cock into Venom a while after his cock stopped releasing the last of his come.

He thrusts into him before he finally reaches a calm. Potemkin doesn't seem to have noticed where Venom's orgasm went either. Most of it ended up splashed on his abs. Venom is practically taking a nap in his arms, but Potemkin feels like it's on him to stay (barely) on the side of awake, to continue caring for him.

"Mmmmph."

The light moan that escapes Potemkin's lips barely brings Venom around. He's never felt so warm and content in his life, not to mention rather naughty and filthy.

"Amazing..." Venom whispers as he peers up at his lovely partner. He's on a cloud at the moment, not wanting to come down from his massive high. Slowly, he pulls himself off the softening length, allowing himself to curl up properly in the soldier's arms. "You're amazing..."

Potemkin holds up his arms, so that they can act as a handrail for Venom to pick himself off his cock. Potemkin only groans at Venom talking, an exhausted, yet fulfilled sort of noise. To Potemkin this is a moment where words do not need to used to express everything. The totality of it.

With Venom balling up in his lap Potemkin eases, letting the man who had given him an unbelievable night ooze along his body. They can rest on top of each other.

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