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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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Potemkin is impressed by Venom's show of ambition, along with being appreciative of the harder kiss. All of a sudden Venom feels so much more real and substantial when Potemkin can feel the curving of that limber and graceful body on him.

It's so rare for Potemkin to have his face brought to another's close like this, so he tries to keep it that way as much as possible when he slides his mouth off of Venom's, to breathe out slowly. His sigh holds all of the longing and wanting that betrays how Potemkin is not as cool about this as it seemed.

Edited (grammar) 2017-05-06 02:37 (UTC)

The sigh gives Venom something to interpret, at least. He's always looking for quirks and body language, and for most of the night, Potemkin's been more stoic than Venom could ever hope to be. But this, this is good.

Venom bumps his forehead against the soldier's, taking in the quiet moment of near-intimacy. He's about ready to show even more of that ambition.

He begins to grind his hips, letting the heat slowly build between them.

Potemkin grunts when the moving and stroking is taken down to his legs. Even a quick and small expression from the man sounds deep and resonant. He doesn't lift his forehead from Venom's though, keeping his cheek angled against Venom's just the way he placed it when he ended the kiss. Since he cannot turn his head this way, it looks like Potemkin is just going to have to return the gesture by feel, by shifting his hips, under and opposite to where Venom sits.

Like how he acted, Potemkin's body is slow to react and perhaps a little difficult to detect any change at all, but gradually Potemkin's thighs seem to soften beneath Venom, bending and adjusting more to how Venom presses down. It's not quite yet a sign of arousal, but Potemkin is very comfortable at least.

On the other end, the alcohol has loosened up Venom considerably. His arousal is growing by the second, and the hardness in his pants starts to become more apparent. His breath is deep, labored, like he's trying to draw this out because it feels so damn good.

He makes the move to kiss Potemkin again, and this time it feels warmer, needier. He feels like he should apologize too, like he should have asked again for a kiss.

"S-sorry..."

Potemkin tries to accommodate the heated man wriggling on his lap. It's like managing a needy cat, where he's just a bit too fast for him to catch up, and Potemkin ineffectually keeps his grip on Venom's shirt.

The apology comes as a surprise. Potemkin hadn't been bothered by anything Venom did, but he probably brought it on himself by being so cold.

Potemkin releases another slow sigh, before speaking, "No need to apologize." He then wraps his other hand around the backside of his hips. "You don't need to tiptoe with me."

Cold is something Venom's used to, but he doesn't expect that response. When the other arm wraps around him, he suddenly feels warmer, more secure. He's never been held like this before. And it's made clearer when Venom settles in and lowers his rubbing.

He's still rubbing, but he wants to take it even slower. "Would you like to go further?" He's taking the offer of no tiptoeing to heart.

Potemkin's size means he can still treat Venom with an air of delicateness despite how much of him is on Venom, and the strength that can be felt in his arm makes it quite clear there was never any danger of Venom slipping down his height, since he can keep him suspended without a thought. This let's Potemkin think idly, though he doesn't think for long.

"I can't do anything else, with how you are right now."

That's close to something cheeky sounding coming out of Potemkin, who just managed dealing with Venom crawling on him. Sure enough while Potemkin isn't exactly cracking up his mouth curves up into the very start of a grin.

The very slight tilt in Potemkin's lips isn't lost on the assassin. In fact, he finds it very charming and familiar. Venom allows himself to smile fully in return.

"Well then. We might have to change that."

He starts to pull away, not really wanting to leave that lovely warmth that was enveloping him for so long. But to not come off as mean or cold, he keeps his hands on the soldier's, noticing just how large they really are. A few dirty thoughts come to mind as he traces his gloved fingers over Potemkin's.

"How about you join me on the bed?"

Venom running his hands over Potemkin's is only tracing the very top face of them, but the man feels the texture of the leather and the spideryness of his movements nonetheless. Ordinarily Potemkin would be at least a little suspicious of such a characteristic, but tonight the assassin's ticks brings out curiosity in him.

"Surely," Potemkin gives just that as warning, before rising to his feet with his arm under Venom. With Venom carried on the seat of his forearm, Potemkin takes him on his walk to the bed of the room.

There's something charming about being carried over like this. Potemkin's gentle strength endears Venom greatly; he's even a little aroused by it. His fingers move up the larger man's arms, just like he did with Potemkin's chest. Magnificent.

"You're going to spoil me. I don't think I can allow anyone else to hold me after this."

Venom is a warm weight in his arms, and while he's still moving around all over him, at least Potemkin can be sure that Venom isn't going to get out mid-ride.

"Hmm, that's among the highest praise I've heard," Potemkin says like he's not sure how seriously to take it, but he isn't turning it down.

When he reaches the foot of the bed, Potemkin lowers to lay Venom down on it without him moving a muscle. He places him spread on his back, so that he faces Potemkin directly in front of him. It's not a position one would naturally lie down on their own, which makes it a disorienting perspective. That's on top of the view of Potemkin, who remains leaning over.

Venom takes full advantage of being placed on the bed with such care. His hair's a bit mussed, but almost all of his face is revealed. And he's giving Potemkin a very inviting smile, rare for a man who usually hides his face.

"I'm glad," He says as he lazily moves to the side. "There's room for two."

At this point, Venom's positive it's the alcohol that's making him so playful. Or perhaps something about Potemkin's stiffness reminds the assassin of his own. And he wants to loosen them both up.

Potemkin doubts those words. Sure the bed is suited for fitting more than Venom, but a whole Potemkin is still a hefty step up from that. So Potemkin will have to stay stubborn to Venom's offers for just a bit longer, and he hesitates getting fully on the bed.

Potemkin's knee goes on the space Venom rolled over for, and Potemkin climbs up halfway. This brings up him closer to Venom, enough for Potemkin to make a quick lean over to kiss Venom's newly cleared face.

He seems to have made a slight miscalculation. If only the bed was larger. Much larger. But he can work with it.

After taking the sweet kiss in stride, Venom turns to fully invite the soldier, kissing him full on the lips. His hand traces that cheek down to his jaw and then back to his chest. Then he tentatively goes for the top fasteners on Potemkin's shirt, toying with it before undoing it.

Potemkin stops advancing when he feels his skin suddenly cool, from how heated it was getting underneath his clothes (even if he was slower to react than Venom). He only stays phased for a subdued gasp before he brings his hand to finish the job, pulling his shirt off his arms and over his back and lightly dropping it side of the bed.

Potemkin can't return the favor to Venom's clothing, due to the difference in size of the instruments, so instead he patiently waits, propping up his other knee on too the other side of the bed while keeping his face to Venom's.

He's seen Potemkin without a shirt before, when he didn't have the soldier's uniform. Still, to see such a physique up close is a sight to behold. Dark skin similar to his, and those large, rippling muscles with just enough give.

Venom takes it upon himself to learn every detail of what's been shown to him. He starts with gently pressing his lips just above one of the nipples, quietly gauging the reaction, if there is one.

Potemkin is keeping Venom close and pampered. With his shirt taken care of, Potemkin returns his hands to Venom's body on the bed. Potemkin moves to touch, softly running along his waist and underneath his hips. His face is tucked in to focus on where he is moving his hands, Potemkin keeping himself purposefully blind to whatever Venom does.

Which is why lips pressed to his chest gets a blink and an a "O-oh..." out of Potemkin. Potemkin can't turn his head to look down at his own chest the way he is, so he stays in his position despite freezing in shock.

Venom's not sure how to take the noise. Curious, he plants another kiss near the first one, still carefully testing the waters. The skin beneath his lips is warm, even a little sweet. The assassin decides to take it a bit further by adding the tip of his tongue into the mix.

It's not flat out licking, but more tasting. Venom wants to test the other's comfort zones, to find out what Potemkin likes and doesn't like. And in a way, he's pushing his own levels of comfort. He's never showed affection like this before. He hopes it'll be well received.

Potemkin can't move that dramatically with Venom just below him, he restrains himself from doing so to prevent an unfortunate bumping of his massive ungainly body against Venom's head. So all of Potemkin's expression is through his voice, subtle tremors of his body even though he stays in place.

"Aah!"

The hands that were moving along Venom's waist stop, because all of Potemkin's focus is being redirected to a very specific place. The spot where someone's tongue is.

Now that's kind of adorable. Venom finds himself becoming more and more enamored by the large soldier from Zepp. The noises Potemkin makes fills the assassin with a little more courage as he moves a bit lower, his lips peppering the other's skin with tiny kisses.

Just before him lies some untouched territory: the nipple area. This can go wrong in so many ways, but that curiosity burns within Venom. With his gentle tasting getting such a reaction, he can't help wanting to push more. Venom plants a very gentle kiss first, seeing if he can get a new noise out of his partner, perhaps something louder.

From where Venom can't see for himself, Potemkin's eyes widen with a twitch and his chest gives in by just a hair, moving closer to where he's being tenderly attended to.

"Venom! Ah! Please - " Potemkin hands don't move toward his own body, he lifts up his hips on their own to try and show to Venom his pants that are starting to tent. It's a paradoxical combination of neediness and patience, the way he is begging without words while waiting with no further jerks in store, Potemkin having gathered his composure for now.

The reaction makes the assassin feel a little victorious. His cheeks feel warm as he takes one more experimental lick right onto his partner's nipple. He clearly wants to hear more of Potemkin's pleading voice.

"Would you like me to stop?" His own words are gentle, in case the soldier really does want to put an end to this. But then he sees the growing bulge in the other's pants. Soon, a smile tilts Venom's lips.

Now he wants to put his mouth elsewhere.

Potemkin has to gasp again before he can talk. He's trapped himself into staying in place while Venom toys with him. Potemkin doesn't go back on his goal, but right next to Venom his chest contracts with his breath.

"Ah - no! But," Potemkin pauses, feeling a little too embarrassed before he can continue. "Could you, help me? It's my clothing."

Potemkin is such an interesting partner. Not that Venom's had many to speak of, but for such a large individual, he's very shy. It's something the assassin can relate to, honestly. To be threatening on the outside yet gentle on the inside.

"Your clothing?" The only articles he has left are from the waist down, causing Venom to smile. "Would you like for me to unfasten them?" He asks almost teasingly as his hand trails down to the waistband, toying with the belt.

Every second Potemkin questions how much more teasing can he take. Gone is his confidence to stand up to anything, and the desire to give in and shamelessly ask everything from Venom grow stronger and stronger.

He has just the last vestiges of discipline left in the tank however, and keeps even his crotch steady while Venom's hand moves above it.

"Y-y-yes. They're...too much for me."