A Heroic Break
The war is over, and now two heroes can rest.
Kinktober Day 6: Outdoor Sex
A Heroic Break
The war is over, and now two heroes can rest.
Kinktober Day 6: Outdoor Sex
Sand and rocks, sun and breeze.
The sunshade bowed gently, and the iodine smell titillated the nose as much as the waves. They were practically a jaunt away from Okinawa, from where they were ‘assigned’ for today. But none of that mattered as the whiskers met with the soft black and white skin.
A kiss that was far from gentle, far from delicate, and certainly far from chaste.
Such were the hands that rushed against Selkie’s ass, stroking the skin that was soft to the touch… And had that layer of fat that made it tempting to dig its fingers into: from the sides to that plushy and exposed posterior, if not for that exposed blue thong.
“Be careful, the students might see us,” said Selkie, his voice low and whispering.
“They are adults, it’s not like some are not doing it already. We, too, deserve a break.”
Selkie clicked his tongue for a second, his sonar activating, and a chuckle came over both.
“They’re cute.”
“Not as much as you. But no more quirk.”
A nod… And there it was, Gang Orca’s fingers back on Selkie’s plushy posterior to spread it. With only the faintest string to cover his asshole, it didn’t take long to have Kugo’s fingers pulling on it and exploring the plump posterior.
The orifice underneath the black and clawed finger was far from tight, and it practically grabbed onto the finger to usher it inside… To suck upon it, to have it inserted within the warm and velvety insides. Insides Gang Orca stroked, poked, and touched with caution. All the while, the two were lying on their sides under the sunshade, practically a breath away from the sea.
For once, Gang Orca didn’t have his suit, and he wore only a swim trunk that didn’t exactly fit his public persona, his appearance, or even his typical nature.
As for Selkie, his jumpsuit had been abandoned a few miles ago and only remained that thong whose string had already been set aside. Yet, the fabric strained to contain his bulging and needy erection.
Both were erect, but only one wore a fabric that was so tight to the skin you’d be able to trace his cock even when soft. A defiant attempt against aesthetics, many would say. Certainly not Gang Orca as he guided his lover into another kiss while slipping another finger inside… And certainly finding the orifice clean and lubed.
Orifice he triturated, teased, poked at, began to stretch in a scissor motion until the rim looked like it gaped naturally and winked back at anyone able to notice the two pro-heroes having their moments.
Distant cries could be heard. Everyone needed a break after the war, and the new generation was already of age… They did not need much supervision at the moment.
That was with that certainty, Selkie had his fingers digging into the swim trunk, pushing against the band to dig into that underwear. He found the prize that was already slipping free, warm, wet.
“We should have gone elsewhere,” finally said Selkie, chuckling.
“Hmm?”
“Have you ever fucked on a beach? The sand gets everywhere!” exploded Selkie, not even daring to make himself look cuter for the occasion. Raunchy wasn’t working with cuteness.
“I have a solution for this. It’ll be better for us,” answered Gang Orca by pulling his fingers free from Selkie’s asshole. In return, the scent of ass and lube became stronger, began to impregnate the Pro-Heroes’ skin. Gang Orca led his partner to… Lay on his belly, all the while pulling on the thong down until it was at knee-level.
The bright blue fabric no longer containing Selkie’s erection, the Hero felt his own cock throb under his belly and his balls nestled between his thighs. Selkie then crossed his arms, using them as pillows.
And… Then… The warmth of Gang Orca’s body against his back.
“Wait… Don’t look. Don’t move,” said Gang Orca, his tone shifting.
Cries were closer. Followed the fingers stroking Selkie’s back. His shoulder. It appeared like a massage. It certainly left like one when the hands dug into his tense shoulders, right in the knot stuck within his trapezius.
Selkie’s skin was thick with a dense layer of fat that gave him rounder and more welcoming curves. But that wasn’t enough against Gang Orca’s digits. They dug through and made him feel at ease, at peace.
“What… is it happening?” whispered Selkie.
“Fumikage Tokoyami. He’s practically there and could see us.”
“He’s an adult… You said it.”
“Then you have no problem if I use it?”
Selkie’s brows lifted in surprise, though he didn’t move his head.
Instead, he enjoyed the massage and the weight of Gang Orca upon his thighs, as well as the hands moving over his muscles… And that slimy ‘thing’ that slipped between his cheeks.
“No quirk,” said Selkie, chuckling.
“I make do while they’re close,” said Gang Orca as his prehensile and elongated pink dick had slipped out of his swimtrunk and slid against Selkie’s asshole. And then… penetrated it.
Out of the two, Gang Orca was the biggest and longest by far. If he so desired, he could stretch his penis way beyond the ten inches. At the same time, that cock was prehensile to a fault.
It could wrap itself around a limb, twist, or even grip items. One day, Selkie even had the surprise of being handed out a can of beer by that same cock.
The very same cock that was digging into his soft insides and stretching him despite his tense sphincter and natural resilience.
Much like a tapping finger, the organ poked around and then… When Selkie hissed for a second, it found what it desired. And then followed the sensation of that cock slipping further. But at the same time, its entire weight pressed against Selkie’s spot, making the pro-hero sigh, groan… And certainly spurt precum over his belly and towel.
“Ohhh… They don’t know the massages you offer,” mumbled Selkie, closing his eyes before they rolled from the sheer pleasure.
“Shhh. They could hear.”
“They’ll hear me moan if you-hgnnn!”
Much like a self-fulfilled prophecy, Selkie moaned loudly. With a bend, the cock had given a sudden squeeze on his lovespot, far more intense than before. In return, his entire body shuddered, and his hands, hidden under his arms, gripped the towel. He gripped it hard, wrangling it. And then, he had his mouth gnawing on his forearm. His cock? It continued to spurt and release precum on the fabric.
But did it make Gang Orca stop his ‘massage’?
Not at all, not with his hips moving as if he was currently working on massaging Selkie’s back and shoulders, on making the old Hero moan with his fingers when, in reality, it was his dick that made Selkie feel like he was putty.
A dick that moved along with the hips, going back and forth while pressuring the same lovespot it had found before.
Lovetaps, squeezes, stops, and breaks were all fair game for Gang Orca as he was pushing Selkie towards the edge. He kept him there, circling the organ, or avoiding it by giving the prehensile organ a different bend.
“Hrnhhh… M-More,” moaned Selkie, lifting one hand for a second solely to force a chunk of the towel in his mouth. Sand. He could taste it, it was terrible. But he had something to bite that wasn’t his arm or tongue.
Gang Orca kept him on edge, teasing and torturing him. The Pro-Hero's eyes remained closed as he tried not to think too much about his students who were having fun only a ditch away, or certainly the few who could see them.
He tried to keep quiet, to shut up his cries and moans.
But then, Gang Orca’s entire weight was on his back, the lips upon his neck… And that cock no longer restrained.
“Bite tighter… I’m going in,” said Gang Orca.
Though it meant that cock was to twist, coil… And somehow dig into the depths no other man had gone. At the same time, Selkie sensed Gang Orca no longer restrained himself and… That lovespot, that tender spot, was under assault. Brutalized. Massaged. Squeezed.
Selkie tried to bite harder, to control his breath. But in the end, his nostrils dilated, and his muffled cries filled the quasi-empty beach before his head dropped limp against his arm.
All his stress and inner pressure were gone. He was putty, he was relaxed. And yet, there was cum everywhere: under his belly, between his legs, inside his ass. Some was his, some was Gang Orca’s.
The scent of sex began to permeate the place, to turn each breath into experiencing a mix of pheromones and iodine-heavy musk. A scent Selkie savored before he spat the sand-riddled towel and found himself crushed under his lover’s weight, unable and unwilling to move.
“It’s… So obvious,” he commented, knowing how anyone in the distance could see them.
“Let them imagine what they want. They’re adults. They know we have needs, too,” answered Gang Orca. But not without grabbing Selkie’s neck and guiding him into a kiss.
Quick… And yet loving before Gang Orca pulled back and smiled.
“Shall we invite them?”