Tiger and Bunny Anon Meme Part 1
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Kotetsu inspects his suit - good, no damage, at least he won't have to deal with the company this time round. He imagines Barnaby explaining the state of his costume to the passive-aggressive costumer, and sniggers quietly to himself. Barnaby's shifting of the cargo containers seems to have kicked up some dust, and the first sneeze is followed by a flurry of quick sneezes. Barnaby doubles over, and Kotetsu approaches him to see if he needs any help.
"Oi, Bunny, you okay? Quit moving those crates and let's get outta here."
There's no response from Barnaby, but he's fumbling for his suit's release latch. He probably keeps a flowery handkerchief in his clothes or something. Barnaby steps out of the suit, gasping for air, and Kotetsu hopes that Barnaby isn't on the verge of an asthma attack. There's some dust on his face and in his hair - it looks like he's been dusted with glitter. His eyelids are lowered, as if he can't bear to look at Kotetsu, and his whole body is tense. He's dripping with sweat, and his cheeks are flushed, his lips redder than usual.
"Hey...what's wrong?"
That's when Barnaby lunges forward and tackles him to the ground.
The back of Kotetsu's suit grinds against the concrete - fuck, more bitching from the company - and Barnaby is crawling on him, fingers scrabbling on the smooth surface of his suit. He hisses through his teeth as he fumbles with the catch on Kotetsu's helmet, and finally manages to get it to release, drawing Kotetsu into a searing kiss, using his superstrength to hold him down. The joints on the suit creak and strain as Kotetsu struggles to get away, but Barnaby is too intent on what he wants, devouring Kotetsu's mouth with his teeth and his tongue, grinding his body against the hard planes of Kotetsu's suit.
Barnaby pulls back from the kiss to gasp for air. He shakes his head unthinkingly, and a cloud of glitter drifts towards Kotetsu.
Kotetsu breathes in, and suddenly everything seems so hot.
Maybe Barnaby had the right idea - of course anyone would want to remove their suit in this sweltering heat - and he scrabbles for the release latch, sighing in relief as the suit clatters to the ground. Barnaby kicks the suit to one side, and they'll have hell to pay for this later, but Kotetsu doesn't care, he just needs someone to touch him. Barnaby's rubbing his crotch against Kotetsu's thighs, making small needy noises, and Kotetsu shifts positions, spreading his legs so Barnaby can straddle him. Barnaby leans in, peeling off the domino mask from Kotetsu's face, and licks the sweat off his nosebridge with a long stroke of his tongue.
Barnaby doesn't wear a mask, so Kotetsu reaches for the zipper of his top and yanks it down to reveal his bare chest. It seems perfectly natural to latch his teeth onto Barnaby's dusky nipples, and clearly Barnaby likes it too from the moaning noises that he's making. There's more dust shimmering on his collarbone, and Kotetsu switches targets, licking instead of biting - it doesn't taste like anything, but it fills him with even more heat, makes his cock stiffen at the slightest touch, and Barnaby whimpers, tilting his head back, exposing his bare throat. His lips are swollen, parted with need, and he's making breathless little gasps.
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Kotetsu's head is spinning, and Barnaby's body seems like the only solid thing around, the only thing that's real, so he reaches out to stroke Barnaby’s silky skin. Barnaby's lust-dazed now, too gone on his touch to think straight, and doesn't object when Kotetsu repositions him. His golden hair is beaded with sweat, curling at the ends, and his eyes are half-lidded. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and he lets out a soft, low moan. It sounds like Kotetsu's name. It's slightly worrying when Barnaby isn't even coherent enough to call him "old man", but he can't bring himself to consider the implications, his body is burning and he needs relief.
Kotetsu wraps his lips around Barnaby's cock, paying particular attention to its base, and Barnaby wails. There's no other word for the sound. Barnaby's hips thrust against Kotetsu, and his cock feels so right in Kotetsu's mouth, all hot and stiff and ready for him to do whatever he wants to it. Barnaby's already on the edge, and Kotetsu can't bring himself to tease him. He does it hard and fast, keeping a steady rhythm, sucking hard, and his jaw aches but the pain is lost in the sheer heat surrounding him, and Barnaby's body is shaking with sheer want, and -
Barnaby's back arches, his hips jerk against Kotetsu, and Kotetsu swallows around him.
Kotetsu's head feels a little clearer now, his body feels less heated, but he's still so horny, and his cock is still so hard, and Barnaby's taste is still lingering in his mouth. He licks his lips, and reaches down to his fly so he can jerk off and maybe think clearer, but Barnaby grabs his wrist before he can take hold of his cock, holding him still. He's biting his lip, and it seems like he's trying to concentrate on something, like he's remembering how to speak.
"Don't...don't move, old man," Barnaby whispers, as he unbuttons Kotetsu's shirt, fumbling with the tiny buttons, sliding it off Kotetsu's sweat-soaked body so he can nuzzle Kotetsu's chest, inhale Kotetsu's scent. Beads of sweat drip onto his hand, and Barnaby licks them off, then nips the skin of Kotetsu's muscular shoulder.
By the time Barnaby gets to the pants he loses patience, roughly yanking Kotetsu's pants and underwear down. There's a tearing noise from the ripped seams, but Kotetsu can't bring himself to care. Barnaby's breath is warm on his crotch, his cock is in Barnaby's mouth, and Barnaby's sucking it like it's the only thing in the world that matters. Barnaby opens further for him, there's absolutely no resistance at all, wet and warm and ready, tongue curling around him, and he can't hold on for much longer when the heat is flooding his body and Barnaby's right there, gripping his hips, and he floods that sweet, wet, reverent mouth with his come.
Barnaby just looks at him, the come dripping down his face, debauched and sleepy-eyed and ready for more. The heat is rising again, pulsing in their veins, and Barnaby's wrapping himself around Kotetsu, pressing his hardening cock against Kotetsu's body.
Barnaby whispers, “More,” and it sounds like the filthiest thing Kotetsu’s ever heard.
Somehow, he can't bring himself to object.
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I'll just be in the corner.
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YAAAAAAAAAAAY
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(also, I second Barnaby's plea for "more" *o*)
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Oh sex pollen, oh anon, you've done it again. <3
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i second a sequel so hard.
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