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1_OBSIDIAN
Scene 1: Infiltration Mission Continues

Taka's body still quivering from that wild jerk-off session, the aftershocks making his slick form jiggle as he focused on the console. He jammed the hijack device into the port, fingers slippery from the lingering slime.

He panted heavily, sweat mixing with the goo that latch onto his skin, and tapped his comms to report back to the operator.

Taka: "Okay, the hijack's in, and it's loading the progress now."

Operator: "Good. It only needs a couple of minutes to finish."

Suddenly, red lights flashed across the room. The enemy had detected the unusual activity right after the hijack kicked in. Panic surged through the air, and Taka heard the wet, slapping footsteps of Goop soldiers rushing from every direction.

Taka: "Oh shit,…"

Operator: "This is bad. The hijack's still at 50%..."

Taka: "Oh man, I think I hear the Goop coming this way. What should I do?"

Operator: "Fuck! Okay, Taka, it's time to retreat. Get that thing out of the machine and find the exit."

Taka yanked the device free in a hurry and scanned for an escape. Spotting a vent, he squeezed his body through it. Lucky break, it led straight to an outskirt forest area outside.

Once safely in the trees, the light on his helmet visor started dimming. Then the goo slime covering his suit began to melt, seeping right through his skin. The helmet cracked open, folding into tiny bits before melting away with the rest, leaving Taka buck-ass naked, sweaty, and glistening under the moonlight. His comms earpiece stayed put, though, keeping the line to HQ open.

Operator: "Taka, are you there?"

Taka: "Hah... Relax, I'm fine. Finally outside."

Operator: "Thank god. Thought we lost you, the comms cut out for a brief moment."

Taka: "Yeah... the suit... it's disintegrating."

Operator: "Hmm, interesting. Seems like the suit has a usage limit."

Taka: "Yeah, we can discuss that later. I'm exhausted. Send backup? I'm a total mess."

Operator: "Right, don't worry. The crew's on the way to pick you up. Nice job so far, at least we snagged rough data on their hideout."

Scene 2: Scientist Report

Back at HQ, Taka lay on the recovery tech bed, his body hooked up to machines that buzzed and whirred. The scientist worked efficiently, healing his stamina, wiping him down, and even collecting sweat samples for analysis.

Scientist: "Well, gotta say, for your first mission in that suit, you really surprised me."

Taka: "Hm?"

Scientist: "You see, Goop cells are volatile. Normally, your immune system would nuke any foreign cells the second they hit your body. But yours? They're merging right in. We haven't figured out how yet, but we know this, since they're integrated, we can tweak the Goop properties with a simple energy transfer machine."

Taka: "Oh great, maybe you can ditch that annoying plug... Err, or no. Well, anyway, as long as my body's fine, I don't mind the Goop cells crashing inside me."

Scientist: "Right. We'll keep you updated."

Scene 3: Morton Encounter

The next day, engineers tinkered with an advanced hijack device to avoid triggering detections, so no infiltration mission for today. Taka kicked back in the café area, sipping coffee. Then Morton strode in, huge muscles rippling with confidence.

Morton: "Well, well, well, if it isn't the new gooey hero."

Taka: "Wha... Morton!"

Morton: "Wazzup? You look chill. Not suiting up for another mission in that sexy getup?"

Taka: "Yeah, they said they need to tweak the device."

Morton: "Right, that was messy. They should've double-checked before sending you out solo."

Taka: "Wait, you saw me?"

Morton: "Well yeah, me and the crew were watching your movement. I was about to dash in and grab you when the alerts hit, but the pickup team handled it."

Taka: "Oh gosh, so you all saw that stuff too... That's embarrassing."

Morton: "Ayy, chill. Nobody's complaining, we could use some entertainment on the job, ya know."

Taka: "…right."

Morton: "Hey, I'm not just enjoying the show. Honestly, I was jerking my cock watching your broadcast, seeing you tremble on the floor with that thing shoving up your ass. Damn... that's so hot, Taka."

Taka: "Well, gotta say I kinda enjoyed it too. The tube down my throat, that plug, it's like the suit was fucking both my holes at once."

Morton: "Damn right. I'd wear that suit if I could. I'm a big guy, but I wouldn't mind something massaging my rear. Hell, it'd feel amazing while I'm pounding someone's ass, double the fun, like a built-in vibrator for the giver. Hahahaha!"

Taka: "Don't say that out loud… geez."

Morton: "Relax, heroes deserve fun times too. Look, nobody cares."

Taka: "Right..."

Morton: "Matter of fact, I'm curious how it feels to touch that slick Goop body of yours."

Taka: "Hm?"

Morton: "Let's hit the scientist's room tonight and fire up that suit again. I wanna see it up close and personal."

Taka: "You know they won't allow it..."

Morton: "I'll handle the talk. Plus, I heard from the scientist the Goop can be modified, maybe tweak the plug or add a hole so my cock can slide right in."

Taka: "Gosh, Morton, you've been planning, haven't you?"

Morton: "Two steps ahead."

Scene 4: Transformation

That night, the duo snuck into the lab. Morton flexed his top-tier hero status to sway the scientists, and they greenlit the facility use. Taka stood on the podium, cables hooked to his arms and legs, ready for the energy transfer.

Taka: "Uh... Are you sure you don't need to consult the scientists?"

Morton: "Hey, I've got solid engineering chops. Trust me."

Taka: "Alright..."

Morton: "We just reduce the calibration level, and... you ready?"

Taka: "Oof, okay, I'm ready. There are witnesses here if I end up dead."

Morton: "Hah, funny. Here we go."

The podium lit up with beams, activating the Goop cells. Slick black goo crept up Taka's feet, coating his body smoothly. A helmet with a glowing visor formed, just like before. Transformation done, but something felt off. No boot soles, no glowing line patterns. Just clean, smooth black all over, like a minimalist version of Goop.

Morton: "Huh, I knew it."

Taka: "Morton? Something happen?"

Morton: "Set the energy to 80%, limiting the features. Your toes are still there, and that plug in your ass?"

Taka: "Oh, you're right, no plug. You really know your stuff, eh?"

Morton: "Well, gentlemen, I'm borrowing your precious tech and its pilot for a bit."

The lab scientists watched in awe, scribbling notes furiously. Morton and Taka slipped out, heading to Morton's private room.

Scene 5: Morton's Private Room

Morton wasted no time, pulling Taka into a cuddle on the cozy bed under dim lights. The orange visor glow cast a sexy haze over everything.

Morton: "Fuck... You look hot, Taka. Never thought I'd bang a Goop grunt, but it's you inside."

Taka: "The Goop's kinda sexy. This slick, rubbery body, bit slimy too. Feels nice."

Morton: "Huh, really?"

Taka: "Like wearing a tight rubber suit filled with slippery oil. Every move just... stimulates you."

Morton: "Rubber suit, eh? We're old friends with that."

Morton lifted Taka's leg, spreading him wide to reveal a thick, plump hole that twitched invitingly. He rubbed a finger around the rim, making it pulse.

Morton: "Now, don't keep drooling with descriptions. Shall we test that slippery hole?"

Taka: "Fuck, go ahead, Morton."

Morton thrust his rock-hard cock in smooth as butter, the hole was pre-lubed and gripped tight, warm and alive. Morton growled deep in his throat.

Morton: "Fuck, what superpower is this? It grips so hard, like a workout for my dick."

Taka: "Ahh fuck, I told ya... ahh... I missed this so much after that solo mission."

Morton: "Well, I'm here, love. Gonna make sure that hole's well-fed."

Taka: "Ahh fuck!!"

They went at it for hours, the room heating up with the scent of sex and sweat. The bed turned into a warzone of mess. Moans and growls filled the air, Taka's ass plumped up like a glazed donut from the pounding. Morton sped up, thrusting harder, on the edge.

Morton: "Ahhh fuck, here it comes."

Taka: "Fuck, breed me, Morton!"

Morton: "Aaargh fuckk!!"

Morton unloaded a massive load inside, bulging Taka's belly. Cum splattered out as he pulled free, but most stayed locked in, warm and full.

Morton: "Fuck, that was... amazing! You're nicely filled now."

Taka panted, catching his breath as his visor light dimmed slowly.

Morton: "Well, right on time, suit's disintegrating in a minute."

Taka: "Yeah... I miss being close like this."

Morton: "Hey, listen, even with your solo missions, crash in my room anytime. I'm not going anywhere. Still your mentor, remember?"

Taka: "I'll keep that in mind."

0_SS_OBSIDIAN
Ever since Taka cracked the code on transforming into a Goop soldier, his days had turned into a rinse-and-repeat infiltration grind. The data he snatched from the enemy HQ was locked behind encrypted alien squiggles, so the scientist needed constant top-ups; new files, behavioral logs, even Goop mating rituals information for “scientific purposes.” That meant multiple sneaky trips into the Goop hideout.

Morton, meanwhile, stayed topside, smashing frontline Goop squads with those hammer-fist punches of his. Field overlap? Almost never. But HQ was their playground, late-night mess-hall dinners where Morton stole Taka’s fries, movie marathons in Morton’s quarters, and plenty of sex time that ended with them tangled in sheets, sweaty and laughing. They were that couple, hand-holding in the corridors, inside jokes over coffee, the kind that made the other heroes jealous.

Today Taka just finished another classic post-mission wind-down. He dumped his latest report, let the med-bay poke and prod him for residual goo, then hit the lockers for a freezing shower. Jacket half-zipped, hot chocolate steaming in one hand, then he went to his usual comfort spot, the park corridor.

The corridor stretched like a glowing vein through the heart of HQ, a long, transparent glass dome arching high overhead, its panels fogged at the edges from the humid air inside. A waist-high metal fence ran down on the side. Beyond the glass, the jungle pressed close, towering palms with fronds still dripping from a recent downpour. Inside, the air was thick and warm, scented with wet earth and greeneries. Crickets chirped in overlapping waves, a lone frog croaked from somewhere near the drainage grate, and overhead, tiny emerald birds flitted between branches, it felt less like a hallway and more like stepping into a living rainforest greenhouse.

Taka leaned on the fence. A mug of hot chocolate steamed in his hands, the sweetness cutting through the loamy air.

Then heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor, cutting through the cricket. Morton appeared at the far end, rubber gym suit plastered to his torso, towel draped around his neck like a prize fighter.

Morton: “Kept ya waiting?”

Taka kicked his heels against the fence, grinning.

Taka: “Just got here. Scientists wanted another pint of my sweat and a play-by-play of Goop foreplay. You know the drill.”

Morton leaned onto the fence beside him, the metal groaning under all that muscle. He pulled a cigar from his pocket, clipped it with his teeth, and lit it with a flick of his wrist. The flame briefly painted his face orange before the blue floodlights swallowed it again. Sweet smoke curled up, mingling with the scent of wet leaves.

Taka: “Gym bro by day, chimney by night. How do you even have lungs left?”

Morton exhaled a lazy ring that drifted toward the dome’s curve.

Morton: “Obsidian-grade nanites, baby. They scrub the tar faster than I can inhale it. Besides, some vices are non-negotiable.”

Taka: “Didn’t realize ‘cigar sommelier’ was on your resume”

Morton: “So, spill. Anything juicy from today’s field trip?”

Taka sipped his chocolate drink, buying a second to replay the memory of unusual Goop activity today.

Taka: “Remember that time we caught two Goops dry-humping against the outer wall?”

Morton: “Vividly. Thought they were trying to fuse into a bigger idiot.”

Taka: “Multiply that by five. Full-on goo orgy in Sub-Level C. Visors flashing like a rave. I’m talking synchronized pulsing, Morton. They’ve got rhythm.”

Morton let out a low whistle, nearly dropping ash on his own thigh.

Morton: “Five? Damn”

Taka: “Here’s the kicker, one of them clocked me hiding behind a coolant pipe. Helmet flashed this weird teal pattern, then it slithered over like, ‘Hey, cutie, plenty of slime to go around.’”

Morton: “So what’d you do, wave politely and bail?”

Taka: “Hell no. I’ve been the unwilling plus-one before, remember? You punched through the wall with those fiery fists like a meteor.”

Morton laughed, the sound rumbling deep enough to scatter a couple birds from their perch.

Morton: “Good times. You were all ‘Morton, save me!’ and I was all ‘Hold still, kid, Daddy’s got a rescue kink.’”

Taka rolled his eyes, cheeks warming anyway.

Taka: “You’re never letting that live down, are you?”

Morton: “Not a chance. But seriously, you handled it perfectly today. Proud of you.”

Taka: “Speaking of… word from the lab says you’ve been constantly sneaking into the operator room during my runs. Helping route me around patrols, yelling at the techs when the feed lags.”

Morton shrugged, but the cigar paused halfway to his lips.

Morton: “Somebody’s gotta keep you from tripping into another probing party. Mentor’s privilege.”

Taka: “but, you’ve mentored others, though. Anyone… cuter? Taller? Less likely to get felt up by aliens?”

Morton: “Hm? Jealousy looks good on you.”

Taka opened his mouth, closed it, felt heat crawl up his neck.

Morton stubbed the cigar on the fence rail, cupped Taka’s chin, and kissed him—slow, smoky, deliberate.

Morton: “Listen up. I’ve trained plenty of hotshots. None of them kept volunteering for suicide runs with zero powers. None of them made me laugh while covered in alien jizz. You’re… interesting."

Heat flashed up Taka’s neck and bloomed across his cheeks in a rush he couldn’t hide. He ducked his head, but the grin snuck out anyway, wide and helpless.

Taka: “So what now, Coach? Frog symphony date or something less wholesome?”

Morton: “Rolo just got the new VR rig, full haptic, 8K, smells-like-real-pine-forest bullshit. He owes me a favor. We could crash, play some co-op, maybe program a Goop orgy simulator for science.”

Taka: “Hahaha, you’re awful.”

Morton: “Awful at saying no to you. C’mon, hot chocolate’s getting cold, and I’ve got a lap with your name on it.”

Taka slid off the fence, lacing their fingers.

Taka: “Lead the way, meteor man. But if Rolo’s sim includes probing, I’m blaming you.”

Morton: “Deal. I’ll even bring the cigar ambiance, baby.”

They walked off together, the dome’s blue light painting their backs, crickets and frogs serenading them like they’d scripted the whole romance.

0_SS_TAKA2
2_ORLANDO
Orlando and Morton are the two top-tier heroes in Obsidian Force, the public faces of the guardians who keep alien invaders at bay. They're equally powerful, equally worshipped by the masses, but their vibes couldn't be more opposite. Morton oozes charm, stays chill, and dominates any room without trying. Orlando? He's pure chaos, loud, and high-energy, always bouncing off the walls.

Orlando hates the constant comparisons to Morton. It fuels his insecurity, driving him to obsess over being the undisputed number-one hero, stronger than anyone. He trains like a maniac, pushing his body to the brink and risking injury, but the medic crew, especially Taika always has his back, patching him up during those brutal sessions.

They first met during one of Orlando's routine physical checkups. Taika had just transferred from the research division to medic duties, totally clueless about the HQ chaos. Orlando walked him through the basics like it was no big deal. Standard exam stuff, but with extra "sample collection" for science, meaning the hero strips buck naked, muscles get tested for reactions, and yeah, they need semen samples. Best method? Slide a vibrating metal rod right into the cock. Moans and growls echo in the room, all in the name of science, naturally.

Taika wipes his brow, sealing the sample vial.

Taika: "Phew, I didn't know exams could get this... spicy."

Orlando chuckles, still catching his breath on the table, cock twitching from the aftershocks.

Orlando: "Spicy? Wait till you catch groupies turning the gym into an orgy free-for-all. Heh, welcome to the big leagues."

Taika blinks, flustered.

Taika: "That’s… interesting."

Orlando grins wide, sitting up with a flex that makes his abs ripple.

Orlando: "Oh yeah, you're fresh from the lab coat side. HQ ain't some PG superhero club. It's work hard, play harder, if you catch my drift. Loosen up, doc. You'll fit right in."

Taika nods slowly, trying to play it cool while packing up.

Taika: "Oookay... I guess this is enough sample. Thanks, Orlando. I'll whip up your supplements. Wait here, or I can drop 'em at your room?"

Orlando hops off the table, still naked and unbothered, scratching his balls casually.

Orlando: "Call me Rolo, doc. And nah, I'll crash here a bit. My room's boring as fuck anyway."

Over time, Taika gets used to the steamy underbelly of Obsidian Force HQ, especially with Orlando's frequent "checkups." He picks up on Rolo's vibe quick: dominant, cocky, bossy as hell. Orlando starts barking orders, hot towels, massages, turning Taika into his personal errand boy. But Taika doesn't mind. First time face-to-face with a real hero, watching Orlando pump iron, sweat pouring down those chiseled muscles... it makes Taika's heart race and his pants tight. Soon enough, he's obedient as a puppy, hooked on Rolo's swagger.

One day in the gym, Orlando wraps up a killer workout, veins popping, body glistening. Taika's there like clockwork, towel in hand, wiping down the sweat. He moves to a massage, kneeling to work those sore feet. Orlando lounges on the bench, smirking down at the once-clueless medic now turned loyal sidekick. An idea sparks, time to test how deep this devotion runs.

He drags Taika to his private bedroom for a "special evaluation." Challenges him to prove it: submit to Rolo's feet, surrender completely. For Orlando, it's a fun power trip to flex his top-dog status. For Taika, it's straight-up hero worship.

Scene 1: Stripping and Kneeling

The bedroom's dim, lit by a single lamp, with sweaty workout clothes tossed everywhere. Orlando sprawls in a big leather chair, legs wide like he owns the world. Taika stands in front of him.

Orlando smirks, voice low and commanding.

Orlando: "Strip. Now."

Taika fumbles with his shirt, cheeks burning.

Taika: "Y-yes, Rolo..."

Orlando leans back, eyes raking over him hungrily.

Orlando: "Faster, doc. I want you bare and shaking. You're eyeballing the guy who deadlifts trucks for breakfast, move your ass."

Taika yanks off the rest, clothes pooling on the floor.

Taika: "All done Rolo"

Orlando nods approvingly, peeling off his own tank and shorts slow, like a striptease. His thick cock swings free, already half-hard, biceps bulging with each lazy motion.

Orlando: "Good boy. On your knees. Right here, front and center. Look up, eyes on the man you worship"

Taika quickly fall on his knees, naked and trembling on the carpet. Orlando's grin widens, loving the view.

Scene 2: Mouth Open, Tongue Out

Orlando leans forward, locking eyes with Taika. His cock twitches, a fat drop of precum glistening at the slit.

Orlando: "Open that mouth wide. Tongue out flat. Show me how bad you want it."

Taika obeys, jaw dropping, tongue lolling out slick and ready.

Taika: "Lhike dhis, Rolo...?"

Orlando chuckles dark, shaft throbbing harder.

Orlando: "Wider, fuck. Look at you, my dick's drooling just from your desperate face."

He flexes an arm casually, veins popping.

Orlando: "These guns could bench-press you and your nerdy lab setup. But tonight? You're my personal footstool. Lucky you."

Taika's tongue quivers, saliva pooling. Orlando's cock pulses with visible veins like as thick as ropes.

Scene 3: Foot on Cheek

Orlando lifts one foot, rough from endless squats, and drags it slow across Taika's hot cheek, smearing a hint of gym sweat.

Orlando: "Feel that? Foot that crushes cities underfoot."

Taika lets out a muffled whimper.

Taika: "Mmm—"

Orlando presses harder, toes teasing Taika's lips.

Orlando: "Zip it. Suck those toes like its owning you."

Taika's lips part, sucking greedily. Orlando's other foot plants on Taika's chest, pinning him down firm.

Orlando: "Atta boy. Jerking my cock to your pathetic, stuffed face. These calves? Squatted mountains to build 'em."

Toes slide in deep, filling Taika's mouth. Orlando's hand pumps his shaft slow and teasing, precum slicking the way.

Scene 4: Deeper

Orlando thrusts his foot deeper, toes curling against Taika's tongue, hitting the back of his throat. Taika's eyes water instantly.

Orlando: "Deeper, doc. Choke on it."

Taika gags, voice muffled around the intrusion.

Taika: "R-Rolo—"

Orlando's eyes flash with mischief.

Orlando: "Swallow my foot, I outrank every hero here. Your submission is proof I'm the fucking apex."

Taika chokes harder, but he leans in, not pulling back. Orlando grins like a predator, relentless.

Scene 5: Foot on Cock

Orlando's free foot trails down Taika's sweaty torso, heel nudging the medic's leaking cock before toes grip it tight.

Orlando: "Ha, look at this, your dick dripping like a faucet."

Taika squirms, moans vibrating around the toes in his mouth.

Taika: "Please—"

Orlando squeezes with his foot, stroking rough.

Orlando: "Please what? Cant hear over you drolling on my feet. Louder.

The foot jerks Taika off sloppy and fast, toes curling around the shaft. Taika's hips buck wild, muffled groans echoing.

Scene 6: Edge

Orlando’s strokes on himself and Taika speed up, both cocks slick and angry-red.

Orlando: "Speed up. Feel me owning this dick, it's mine now."

Taika whimpers, body shaking.

Taika: "Rolo—gonna—"

Orlando tenses his abs, sweat trickling down the ridges.

Orlando: "Hold it. You shoot when I say."

Precum flies everywhere. Taika's thighs quake, Orlando's core ripples, holding back his own edge.

Scene 7: Climax

Orlando arches back, foot jammed deep in Taika's mouth, roaring.

Orlando: "Fuck… now!"

Taika convulses, no words, just garbled screams.

Orlando: "GRRR—take every drop!"

Orlando: "That's the load from your top-tier alpha. Swallow what you can, rest paints you pretty."

Orlando explodes, thick ropes blasting across Taika's chest, chin, even splattering his own cheek. Taika unloads hard between Orlando's toes, body spasming, cries lost in foot-flesh.

Scene 8: Aftermath

The room stinks of sweat and cum. Orlando licks a stray shot off his lip, smirking lazy.

Orlando: "Messy little cum-slut. These thighs? Next time, you'll feel every pound of muscle wrecking that tight ass. Gonna make you my personal hero-hole, count on it."

Cum oozes down Taika's body, Orlando's foot stays planted on his chest, claiming territory.

Scene 9: Breath

Orlando eases his foot out with a wet, sloppy pop. Taika gasps huge, face beet-red, eyes foggy with afterglow.

Orlando: "Breathe easy, doc."

Taika pants, voice hoarse and adoring.

Taika: "Thanks…. R-Rolo..."

Orlando chuckles, ruffling Taika's hair like a pet.

Orlando: "You look pathetic, doc. I like it. Remember who's number one. Next round, you'll scream it while I split you wide."

3_ORLANDO2
Scene 1: Orlando chill spot
Midnight had just rolled into the new year over Obsidian City, and the skyline looked like a rave, hot-pink neons strobing off skyscrapers, drones spelling new year in gold fireworks above the city.

Inside Obsidian Force HQ, the party was in full swing, heroes having a party in the entertainment room, others sneaking off to private quarters for skin-on-skin countdowns. But the rooftop pool was a bubble of calm. The lap pool had been flipped to full jacuzzi mode: water steaming at 102°F, blue LEDs glowing under the surface, Orlando floated half-submerged in the heated pool, steam curling off his broad chest. A folded towel and a half-empty energy drink sat on the ledge. His eyes stayed shut, the distant thump of music a dull heartbeat against the quiet. For once, the loudest guy in the building wasn’t starting the chaos, he was hiding from it.

Scene 2: Taika
The rooftop door slid open with a soft hiss. Taika stepped out, bottle of red wine in one hand, his medic jacket half-unzipped.

Taika: “There you are, Rolo. Been hunting your loud ass for twenty minutes.”

He kicked off his shoes, rolled his pants to the knee, and sat on the pool’s edge. The hot water kissed his calves, then his shins, he let out a low, satisfied hum as the day’s tension melted off.

Taika: “Everyone downstairs keeps asking where the life of the party went. Figured I’d drag you back for the countdown redo, but looks like you started your own private chill zone.”

Rolo cracked one eye, shrugged.

Rolo: “Tch. Not feeling it.”

His voice lacked its usual boom. Taika’s brow lifted, he set the wine beside the towel and let his legs dangle deeper.

Scene 3: Open up
Rolo exhaled through his nose.

Rolo: “I’m just… lost. My whole life’s been a leaderboard, always chasing that number-one spot, Top damage, top rescues, top everything. Morton’s the only name above mine, and I fucking hate it. Planned this big midnight duel, rooftop, no powers, just fists and pride. settle it once and for all.”

He stared at the city lights.

Rolo: “Then I see him heading out, hand-in-hand with Taka, laughing like the world’s his. I know they’re close, but damn, it hit me. I’m the one left on the bench.”

Taika leaned closer, water lapping at his calves.

Taika: “ You want to go out? I’ll blow off the party, grab my coat, walk the city with you till sunrise. Just say the word.”

Rolo shook his head, quieter.

Rolo: “It’s not about the boyfriend thing. Morton’s just… better. Smarter call in the field, calmer under fire, smarter plays, leads a squad like he was born doing it. I’m the clown who yells and punches. Seeing him with Taka? Feels like proof I’ll never catch up.”

Taika rested a hand on Rolo’s wet shoulder, thumb tracing the muscle.

Taika: “Listen. Morton’s steady, sure. But you? You’re the spark that lights the whole damn room. Missions go sideways, everyone looks to you to turn panic into a plan. You think charisma’s just a smile? It’s the way you make rookies feel invincible. Morton leads with his head. You lead with your gut, and your gut’s never wrong. You’re not second place, Rolo. You’re the reason number one looks over his shoulder every damn day.”

Rolo’s cocky grin flickered back, smaller than usual but real.

Scene 4: Snuggle in the pool

Rolo: “Shit. You always know the exact needle to pop my ego balloon."

Taika: “Cool. So, party downstairs? Or we hiding up here like introverts?”

Rolo sank lower, water lapping his pecs.

Rolo: “Pool’s too good. Place is empty for once. Quiet’s nice.”

Taika snorted.

Taika: “Mr. Firework wants quiet? Never thought I’d see the day.”

Taika stood, shrugged off his jacket, then pants, boxers, everything until he was bare under the starry night. Smooth skin, lean muscle, half-hard already from the steam. He slid in beside Rolo with a sigh.

Taika: “Guess I’m on quiet duty. Oh damn, hot pool feels so nice.”

Scene 5: Riding Orlando
Rolo’s hand shot out, fingers digging into Taika’s wet hip, yanking him through the water until their chests slammed. Their mouths met, no gentle lead-in, just teeth and tongue and the taste of energy drink. Taika’s moan vibrated between them; his palms spread over Rolo’s pecs, thumbs flicking across nipples that hardened instantly. Water sloshed over the pool’s edge in rhythmic waves

Rolo broke the kiss, pulled back an inch, breathless.

Rolo: “I bark orders, treat you like my private medic, and you keep crawling back. What’s the deal? Surely not my "sparkling" personality?”

Taika laughed, low.

Taika: “Lab’s sterile. Everything color-coded, scheduled, sanitized. It's all boring. You're loud and energetic. I guess I needed the mess in this ever-so-tidy job.”

Rolo’s grin sharpened.

Rolo: “Messy, huh? Now that reminds me of something I've prepared.”

One arm hooked under Taika’s thighs, the other around his back, he hoisted Taika like he weighed nothing, settling him straddling his lap. Cocks met, hot, hard, pulsing against each other.

Scene 6: Vibrating ring
Taika tried to circle both shafts with his hands, fingers stretched wide, barely closing around Rolo’s girth. Precum smeared between their palms, turning the grip slippery

Taika: “Geez, Rolo. Side-by-side, yours easily double my size”

Rolo barked a laugh.

Rolo: “Hit the gym with me. We’ll pump you up, every part of your muscle, including that one”

Taika: “pftt… does that even work?”

He reached blind to the ledge, snagged a matte-black ring the size of a small bracelet. Soft medical-grade silicone, tiny control node glowing faint blue.

Rolo: “Fresh off the e-shop. Waterproof, ten vibration patterns, five-star reviews with photos I can’t unsee. Was gonna test solo, but…”

Taika smirked, remembering.

Taika: “Like that VR rig you wore to bed? Woke up moaning like you just had the greatest wet dream. You and your kinky tech fetish.”

Rolo: “it's old hobby. Watch this.”

He stretched the ring wide, slid it down both cocks until it hugged the base like a cockring. One tap vrrrrm. The vibration hit low and steady, rippling through shaft and balls and straight into Taika’s spine.

Taika: “Oh fuck… feels insane against you. like it’s jerking us both off at once”

Rolo’s voice dropped, bossy.

Rolo: “Pinch your nipples. Now.”

Taika obeyed, twisting the buds, moans bouncing off the empty tiles. Rolo growled, hips rolling slow.

Scene 7: Getting faster
Taika: “Fuck, this feel so good.. ahh..call me if you buy another toy, we can test it together like this”

Rolo: “Split the bill and you’re in.”

Taika’s laugh cut short; his thighs trembled.

Taika: “ahh fuck, I'm close”

Rolo: “Same, hahh…”

Scene 8: Burst in cum
They didn’t wait. Taika came first, thick ropes shooting up his own chest, splattering his chin, dripping back into the water. Rolo followed half a second later, deeper groans, cum erupting between them in heavy pulses that painted Taika’s abs and Rolo’s thighs. The ring kept buzzing through the aftershocks, milking every drop until they were both shaking.

Taika: “Where the hell do you even find these things? Kinky tech Reddit?”

Rolo: “sketchy web. Don’t ask.”

Scene 9: Happy new year

Rolo’s arms slid around Taika from behind, pulling him back until Taika’s spine met that broad chest. Water buoyed them, Taika’s head rested on Rolo’s shoulder, surprised by the tenderness

Taika: “Happy New Year, Rolo.”

Rolo’s chin nudged Taika’s damp hair, voice low, almost a rumble against his spine.

Rolo: “Happy New Year.”

A pause, just the soft slosh of water and the distant pop of leftover fireworks. Then Rolo’s grip tightened, casual but deliberate, thumbs tracing idle circles over Taika’s hipbones.

Rolo: “Hey. For the record? You ditching the party downstairs to float around with a washed-up loudmouth… solid play. Don’t go spreading it, but I owe you one.”

Taika grinned, tilting his head so their cheeks brushed.

Taika: “Careful, big guy. That almost sounded like a thank-you.”

Rolo huffed, the cocky smirk back in full force.

Rolo: “Take it or leave it. Next round’s on me, booze, toys, whatever. Just don’t expect me to get all mushy again before next year.”

He pressed a quick, firm kiss behind Taika’s ear, half affection, half brand, then settled back, holding tight like the pool was theirs and the city could wait.

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这个靠谱，注册一个号，全部免费看，以前还可以下载视频，现在不行了www.boyfriendtv.com

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有种子吗qwp

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前面评论是广告吗？

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我勒个豆，翻评论翻了半天

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求问有能看到这个的视频版本的网址吗

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求种子呀

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Man, I didnt remember takahiroshi's packs being so big. At this point it's better to watch them like an animation or a slideshow

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求种子真的求求了我一直在哭(╥﹏╥)

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没有种子的话，瓦达西😭

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这个没有种子，😭，老大可以补一下种子吗🥺

求种子🥰

Last edited on 01 August 2026, 12:24.

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