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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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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."

It's impossible for a man to be this adorable. Venom finds himself falling head over heels hard for the gentle soldier, and he's all too eager to rid him of those pants.

He nudges himself out of the other's large arms so both his hands can go to work. And they must do it quickly so Potemkin can be relieved properly. The belt is no match for the assassin's nimble hands as it's disposed of within seconds, leaving only the pants' fabric in his way. Venom almost wants to tease his partner more, but he feels Potemkin's suffered enough. He unfastens the fabric and gently nudges it down along with any undergarments that were blocking him from his ultimate prize.

Seeing Potemkin's arousal for the first time fills Venom with a joy that's been long absent in his life. So much that he gives the head a soft kiss.

Potemkin's cock is one that strains his clothes when aroused, being released causes it to practically present itself to Venom's face. Potemkin gasps when he feels air on it, in that instant having no ability to control himself at all, but he also feels a small amount of satisfaction.

It's not nearly enough though. Potemkin is almost glad that Venom immediately gives him more stimulation, because his arousal returns just as demanding and needy as when he was begging. Potemkin's hips tremble as he gives out a second, much higher-pitched gasp.

"Hwah!"

How is it even possible that Potemkin could create such cute noises? And yes, they are cute. Venom can't mentally process them any other way. He gives the needy organ another kiss before licking carefully. He's going to get more sounds out of his partner however he can.

"Tell me... if you need a break..." With those soft words, his lips dive down to the sac, kissing and licking their way up.

A break? Potemkin would have denied possibly needing one for something like this, but it's swallowed along with everything he was about to say and the air he was about to breathe when he feels Venom's mouth.

Potemkin sinks into the bed butt first, completely unable to focus on such things like holding himself up when dealing with such delightful touches like these kisses and feel of Venom's tongue. With his eyes forced shut Potemkin makes rapid breaths, which are deep and low as appropriate for a man of such grandness but are still the sign of Potemkin practically being under duress for what's happening to his cock.

Potemkin is in a new position whether he made the choice to or not, but that leaves what to do with is arms. They are shaky from the pleasure running through him, but Potemkin tries to brush the back of Venom's head with his hand.

The assassin almost feels like he has free reign over Potemkin's body, with the way he fell back onto the bed. It's like he's never had this done before. But then again, neither has Venom. He's only read about such acts, and he's going somewhat by memory. Apparently, his attention is garnering approval from the large soldier.

Then comes Potemkin's hand on the back of his head. Venom can't help turning completely red at the gesture. He tucks back more of his hair so Potemkin can pet him even further if he wishes. Soon he goes back to his slow, careful licking, eventually taking the head into his mouth.

Potemkin feels oddly gifted, for Venom to deliberately pull back his hair for him. Potemkin sees Venom's blushing face and he likes the sight, between the dark air of the features usually kept hidden and the total honesty of those emotions.

He takes the opportunity Venom gives him. With a consistent slowness, since Potemkin is aware of his size and strength even while being blown, his hand moves up and down on where his hand came to rest on Venom's head, giving Venom a stream of pets.

The petting has Venom gently humming into Potemkin's warm skin. He pulls up and gives his partner another kiss on the tip, offering a smile.

"I promise to be gentle."

His words are soft, meaningful, like he wants to tell Potemkin to trust him despite what he is. The young assassin smooths almost all his hair back, giving more for the soldier to pet before opening his mouth. And with the utmost care, he takes the shaft into his throat.

Potemkin starts to take notice of where his fingers are. He can lightly pin down a sweeping area of hair with one, which frees the others to keep patting. Potemkin, whose mind is still under the all-demanding pleasure he receives from Venom's mouth, manages to tilts his head in amusement. Of course he knows that petting is a form of affection to animals, he never thought it would be considered one by humans. Or at least it is to this strange man.

He could think harder on the implications of that if it wasn't for Venom lunging on his cock. Potemkin makes even more noises as his hips buckle.

It's rare when Venom allows himself to be touched by men who aren't Lord Zato, but the alcohol's loosened him up. And Potemkin's hands are large and warm on his head. He's all too happy to let the soldier touch him as he wishes.

Once he's more comfortable, Venom relaxes his throat and starts slowly moving further down. It takes him some time, but he develops a steady rhythm of sliding the generous organ up and down.

It's all too much for Potemkin to be able to spend the mental energy on anything other than keeping himself upright and his hand on Venom's head. The second he barely manages, and it starts to become a little for his own sake as well. The distinct feeling of Venom's hair under his hand works as a sort of grounding, when he otherwise would be completely lost to the pleasure that's overcoming him.

Potemkin shifts his weight on the bed, as if to signal that he's settling in for a long while, in order to most enjoy being jerked off by the grip of Venom's throat.

As time passes, Venom's able to get Potemkin's length a little further down. Not completely, but comfortably enough. He's been good about ignoring his own arousal to please his partner, but the stiffness that resides in his pants is starting to get uncomfortable. He considers taking care of himself so he can keep most of his concentration on Potemkin, but his body is screaming for more than just his hand.

Some even dirtier thoughts start manifesting, ones where Venom is riding happily on this impressive cock. He wants to bring it up, but it's clear his partner's enjoying what they're doing now. Maybe he should bide his time for a few more moments...

Potemkin is not the type to selfishly neglect his partner, and his natural inclination would be giving them as much attention or more than whatever he claims for himself. But the sensation of Venom's throat is so overwhelming, Potemkin is too captivated to think about anything, let alone his surroundings.

After some more moaning and indulging, a little bit of that part of Potemkin manages to peek out, in the form of affectionately scratching the locks of hair that are on the top.

At least it lets Venom know that his work is appreciated in more ways than one. He makes a small noise the best he can, as his mouth is currently occupied at the moment.

He eventually does pull up, wiping any excess from his mouth. "Would you like for me to continue until... climax?" Venom asks, his own body still screaming for attention. "I don't mind, if that's what you desire." His hand wraps around the shaft, stroking gently as he waits for Potemkin's answer.

Potemkin raises his head to Venom shakily, nervous at the expectation to be able to think clearly and talk now. As a soldier of Zepp Potemkin held himself to rise to anything demanded of him, but the difficulty of that makes even him hesitate.

He makes his best effort, but his eyes still go to Venom's mouth first. "We can move on to something that will allow you to entertain yourself," Potemkin manages to say steadily enough, matching Venom's tone at treating sex.

Initially, Venom expects Potemkin to tell him to finish the job. He honestly doesn't quite believe what he's hearing. Yes, Potemkin has shown nothing but kindness... still...

"If you're sure." The assassin gets to his feet. "Then I would like to ask if I can put it in me." It's the most mature way to word it without sounding completely vulgar.

Even with the polite language Potemkin still physically shirks at the idea of what Venom is suggesting. He barely holds back a little gasp, but Potemkin quiets his initial reaction, because, after all it is this man who is...offering.

"Yes, you may do that."

Very slowly, he lowers his body until he sits finally at the end of the bend. Potemkin's erection, as hard as it had left Venom's mouth, makes for a prominent peak in his naked lap, across the bed from where Venom is.

Getting Potemkin's blessing makes Venom's heart jump into his throat. He takes in the sight before him, with the soldier's cock standing tall and hard, waiting for him to mount up. Taking it in won't be easy, so Venom needs to prepare...

There's a shuffling of fabric as the assassin removes his pants and underwear, finally revealing just how turned on he is. He pulls out a small vial of lubricant before crawling onto Potemkin the best he can.

With the top popped, Venom takes Potemkin's right hand and generously coats a large finger with the fluid. Soon he's leading the hand to his entrance. "One more request, if I may. Will you prepare me?"

Potemkin sits patiently at waiting (and watching, too, Potemkin can admit with no guilt) through Venom's preparations, the moving around of clothes and legs. He stops being just an audience as soon as his finger is touched and casually lifted, but after a curious look at Venom and a quick realization of what is going on, Potemkin still watches what Venom does to his own finger with some distance. He doesn't bar himself from getting closer to Venom out of aloofness, but because he can't believe that this is happening to him.

What Venom is asking for him to do is almost as stunning as the suggestion of fucking him, but Potemkin decides that he cannot keep being the hesitant and unsure one between them. Potemkin gives a quick nod that holds back the gasp in his throat, before curling his free arm behind Venom's back. With Venom now being cradled by him, Potemkin feels secure in this intimate, possibly dangerous thing he's about to do and moves his finger the tiny distance he has to make to touch Venom's butthole.

It's possibly the closest Venom's ever felt to being completely safe. Potemkin's large arm around him, holding him. The young assassin leans up to give the soldier a soft, sweet kiss, his lips trailing down his chest once more. Soon his hips nudge against that coated finger, his body relaxing the best it can. It's been a very long time since Venom's done anything so intimate, and trusting Potemkin with it speaks volumes for the younger man.

"Whenever you're ready." He keeps voice low, his lips brushing against the warm skin of Potemkin's body.