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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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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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