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[animatedsmoke]

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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[poolhall_killer]

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.

[dreadnaughtfist]

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."

[poolhall_killer]

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..."

[dreadnaughtfist]

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.