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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 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.

Venom's kisses and soft-voiced encouragement are everything Potemkin needs. He steadies Venom against the trunk of his arm again, making double-sure he has him where he thinks he is without crushing Venom with his strength, and he goes.

As soon as Potemkin feels the width of Venom's hole pushing around his finger, Potemkin muses about how much this is for a normal sized person to accept. Venom must be foolish, incomprehensibly brave, or a thrill seeker uncomparable. Or, perhaps, Venom is merely someone who wants to be with him despite the challenges. It's a possibility.

The lubricant rubs off onto Venom's skin of his deepest place, and the feeling of at least something being done from this, despite still hitting the unavoidable obstacles of his body, entices Potemkin to stick his finger just inside.

Any stray thoughts Venom had before being penetrated quickly vanish when the tip of that large finger breaches him. The assassin was never one to seek thrills, but he's not one to back down from a challenge. He found Potemkin to be charming, gentle, more intriguing than the Zeppian soldier let on.

The movements are very careful, understandable considering Potemkin's size, but Venom finds himself nudging his hips down a little more, wanting to feel that finger deeper inside. He lets out an unusually vulgar moan, his body growing hotter.

"M-move it inside, please..." Venom's voice trembles, trying to retain control.

When Potemkin hears that Venom wants this, his heart picks up, though his focus is not shaken and he doesn't turn to acknowledge Venom. The actions of his hands show that he's happy to oblige.

Out of everything he could have done though, Potemkin does not speed up, despite what Venom may have been implying to do. His finger gradually sinks into him on his strictly controlled course. It's all relative, though, as with everything to do with Potemkin and it's not a long time before a not-insignificant amount is inside Venom.

When it enters him even further, Venom tries his hardest not to clench down. It's larger than he anticipated, but it still feels incredible. He has he urge to just sit up and drive Potemkin's finger deeper on his own, but he resists. He has to, if he wants to draw this out and enjoy it to the fullest.

His hands ball on Potemkin's chest as he struggles to retain control, but it's getting clearer that it's slipping. He leans down to kiss the larger man, trying to distract himself by any means.

Potemkin maintains an impressive steadiness despite the fact that his very recently attended-to erection lies just below. His excitement is every bit as as strong as before, but it's kept capped, for there to be no chance of his own desires interfering with the way he wishes to move his hand. Potemkin always was very good at sticking to the important things, even though it's a little cold to be this way while Venom is losing himself.

It's Venom's face pops up into meeting Potemkin's, because Potemkin didn't turn toward him and had closed his eyes in a scowl of concentration. He gives a quick kiss back, just as he starts to enter with the widest part of his finger.

It's becoming more of a challenge to stay collected, but once Venom's body takes in a thicker part of Potemkin's finger, he comes even closer to losing his mind. He wants to either bounce on it or remove it and take the soldier's cock inside instead. Either way he'll be filled and satisfied.

Venom's almost envious of how calm Potemkin's being, calmer than the assassin could ever be in this situation. He reaches for the lube, ready to pay the other man back once he's properly prepared.

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.