he opens wide β sucks on those low-hanging balls with the most satisfied muffled moans. hands grope at the deep, one on a thick thigh, the other reaching back to feel up a toned cheek.
give me that cock β fucking ruin me with that supe cockβ!
itβs all muffled nonsense.
just about the only thing that manages to pull his gaze from those arms is being pulled face first into the deepβs bulge. mouth wide open, sucking and moaning against the fabric of his suit β heβs desperate, and he canβt hide it.
yeah, give me the real thing.
heβs proving just how sloppy he can get, as he leans forward, swallowing those fingers down deep with a choked groan and spit spilling up from out of his open mouth.
that, and a slow nod with teary eyes are his only response.
that stops him, and after a moment of standing still he shrugs.
βalright β not a bad propositionβ¦β
heβs coming back, standing over the supe, waiting for him to put himself in an appropriate position for a chair.
dropping to his knees, his eyes go wide.
βwhat about a chair? a throne for the GOD of the seven to use in front of everyone . . . a former teammate being used as furniture.β
dismissively, heβs stepping away, turning on the deep to begin leavingβ¦
βif you want to be of use, grow a pair. iβm not doing charity for wimps who cream their panties with one little tug.β
βplease, i promise i can be of use to you . . . β
the words gasped out as his cock sputters once again, the front of his suit embarrassingly full & spilling with proof of his inferiority.
βanything you want, iβll do it. i can cum again!β
well, isnβt that a fucking shame. heβs slapping the deepβs crotch, with quite a bit of force, and then his face afterwards, with the same, sticky hand.
βyouβre useless. youβre disgusting. a little squeeze is all it takes?β
and there it comes.
shooting out in ropes against his absorbent suit, allowing it soak out & coat the blondeβs hands. premature cum seemingly to flow endlessly, all while the deep whimpers in embarrassment, cheeks bright red.
oh, he knows those noises, knows what it means. he laughs, and grips tighter, kisses at the muscle, moans in a feminine way he knows the deep likes.
βyouβre so hot when youβre pathetic like this.β
all to make him cum in his superhero suit.
itβs painful how hard he is at this point. all he can do is stare down at the blondeβs tits, held so perfectly in by his suit . . .
itβs a little too much for the poor hero, and he finds himself close to cumming, whimpering and writhing.
thatβs a good boy. they fucking deserved it. losers like that? itβs like squishing a bug, but heβs so fucking good at taking care of it for mommy, huh?
he loosens his grip, to stroke the deep through his suit, before leaning forward to drag his tongue across his bicep.
hands resting behind his head, thrusting forward . . . humping homelanderβs hand in gratitude. practically panting at this point.
iβve lost count, mommy. i donβt even feel fucking bad for them! deserve it for going against the hottest, strongest milf the world has ever known!
gripping even tighter, and sneering with something akin to disgust. he hates the deep, even if he canβt help how attracted he is to the idiot.
how many skulls has he cracked lately, huh? getting so strong, heβd be able to run through a good dozen in a second or two.
come on, admit it. he likes having a pretty pole around β one thatβs willing to crack a few skulls in his name.
working hard not to wince or writhe as his bulge is painfully gripped . . . or even worse, cum this quickly. just nodding & thanking homelander.
working harder than a useless fuck-up like the deep, thatβs for sure.
one hand remains squeezing a bicep, and the other comes to cup the deepβs bulge β before squeezing around that just as tightly. seems like he has an idea or two about relieving his stress.
not to mention the front of his suit starting to fill out . . . his heavy, hard cock straining against the green fabric.
does mommy need a way to relieve her stress? been working so hard.
he hums while appraising the buff, tanned hero, strolling in a slow circle around himβ¦
before stopping to grope one of his muscles with a red glove. yeah, these will do for tonight.
flexing them right by his head β bigger than the last time homelander saw him.
the heroβs been so busy taking over the world lately, the deep has had no choice but to work out even harder to earn his attention.