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Travis Touchdown⬤ No More Heroes (post 2)
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[lifehacker]

[ Oh thank FUCK, everyone always leaves him hanging. He's good for a quickie and then punted away, because, understandably, he's not really likable with his mouth empty. Travis doubles down on his effort, getting a hand in there to cup and fondle, the other resting on the man's creamy thigh. ]

[sassian]

[Was that all it took to get some real effort? Such a simple creature. Still, he wouldn't complain about the result.]

Ah, yes, that's just the thing.

[He pumps his hips very slightly. It wouldn't due to have the man wretching on his member, after all.]

[lifehacker]

[ The Little Emperor™.

Travis likes a bit of mess, so he's waiting for some kind of indication or movement that he should pull off. He'd prefer getting it on his face; he didn't take his shirt and aviators off to swallow, for fuck sake. ]

[sassian]

[He gets that sign soon enough, as The Little Emperor twitches and Emet-Selch speaks up.]

Mm, yes, very nearly there. Do decide where you want it to end up, would you?

[lifehacker]

[ He slides right off and presses it against his chest, giving the Ascian Rod a firm, quick few strokes. ]

C'mon, dude.

[sassian]

[He lets out a huff that may be one of offense, but also may just be because he's finally coming.]

I prefer "Your Radiance."

[The Skyscraper of Amaurot twitches in Travis's hand and and unloads. No lasers or sparkles, more's the pity.]

[lifehacker]

[ Travis was gonna open his mouth to take some of the splatter, but hearing that he seals his lips shut again. ]

I'll call people "daddy", but that's a bit too roleplay-style for a one off.

[sassian]

[Across his face it is, then. Emet-Selch tries to get at least a little in his hair for good measure.]

Oh, very well. Though it's only my due.

[He slumps back, relaxed, his eyes even more heavy-lidded than before.]

[lifehacker]

[ Gross. Well, it goes in with the gel so nobody can tell among the coiffed mess. ]

What, you into that? What's with these dudes into daddy shit in this TDM? You're not even hot.

[sassian]

[His blissful expression slides right off, replaced with a scowl.]

Please, having been a father myself, those squalling brats are the last thing I want to think of at a time like this.

And really, I cannon be held responsible for your lack of taste. I chose this form most carefully, I'll have you know.

[lifehacker]

Oh, you are one for real. O...kay...

[ This is outside his heteroflexible scope. He gets off his knees. ]

How you payin' me back, then?

[sassian]

[He wordlessly peels off one glove, wipes himself off with it, then tosses it off in the bushes before pulling his robes shut again.

He beckons with his bare hand.]

Come, stand up right here.

[He leaves his knees spread, leaving space for Travis to stand between them.]

[lifehacker]

[ He doesn't need to be asked twice; there's the clink of metal as his elaborate belt buckle gets undone. He sheds his jeans like a snake sheds skin. What he has on under that doesn't matter (it's hot dog print boxers), because he puts a hand on one hip and the other holds his cock out expectantly. ]

[sassian]

You are efficient. I'll give you that.

[Emet-Selch reaches out and bats Travis's hand away to take it in hand himself.

He gives it one long stroke before leaning forward to take the tip gently between his lips and flick it with his tongue.]

[lifehacker]

That's right, Your Radiance, taste that shit.

[sassian]

[Emet rolls his eyes and pulls his mouth away with an audible pop.]

Do you mind? There's no need to make this more tasteless than it already is.

[He leans back in with a huff and swallows Travis's cock down, all patience for drawing things out now lost.]

[lifehacker]

Thought you liked it...

[ He mumbles, mildly annoyed, but shuts the fuck up. At worst, he might grunt. ]

[sassian]

[He gives Travis a dead-eyed stare while sucking his cock.

It's an unenthusiastic blowjob, though it's mechanically sound.]

[lifehacker]

[ Travis awkwardly looks away.

He's almost intimidated. ]

[sassian]

[Emet manages to audibly scoff around the dick in his mouth and rolls his eyes before closing them.

Coward.]

[lifehacker]

[ Y'know what, Travis sin't that afraid of having his dick bitten off. He can deal with it. Cheeky fucker. He grabs the back of Emet's head and more insistently thrusts into his mouth.

Bitch. ]

[sassian]

[He gags a bit and makes a disgruntled noise, but takes it well enough after that. He stops bothering with suction or tongue and simply leaves it up to the other man to do all the work now.]

[lifehacker]

[ HOW CAN A BJ BE ANNOYING THIS IS NEW TERRITORY

Fine. He'll just facefuck His Radiance or whatever. FFXIV cast, this is antifa in action. ]

[sassian]

[Anything is possible with enough power and wisdom.

Emet-Selch neither helps nor hinders the process, but starts to scowl after a few moments. This is beginning to bore him.]

[lifehacker]

[ Good, because he pulls out and comes on his face. ]

Eye for an eye.

[sassian]

[He wordlessly grabs Travis's shirt from where it landed nearby and wipes his face off with it before tossing it to Travis.]

Ah yes, how very clever of you.

[lifehacker]

[ Travis still has a splatter across his nose. ]

I mean, I'm actually into that, so win/win. Thanks, weirdo.

[sassian]

Oh? Well, in that case, I am happy to have obliged.

[He stands up--as much as he ever does, at least-- and holds his bare hand above his head and snaps. There, he is properly attired again. It was a bit of a shame to use up any of the Chroma he'd just earned from this bit of dross, but then that is what it was for, isn't it?]

Well then, I shall let you get back to... whatever it is you do.

[lifehacker]

Don't forget, you accepted the offer.

[ Travis is smug, happy to sit down in the dirt, shirtless with cum on his face, and take a goddamn selfie of this shit. ]

[sassian]

I have never made a habit of forgetting.

[Oh, they have tomestones here? How quaint.]

... And I see you are quite eager to remember, for your part.

[lifehacker]

Dude, go away. Thread's over. I know you like the sound of your own voice, but fuck off.

[sassian]

[He shrugs, turn, and ambles away.]

Have it your way, then. Have fun wallowing in the aftermath.

[He gives his patented overhead wave as he goes.]