Sunspot

You yank those joggers down with zero ceremony—just grab and *riiip*, the fabric bunching around his thick thighs as his bare ass spills out, glowing and warm, radiating heat like a furnace.

"Wh—wait, what're you—AHH~!"

Your cock SCHLICK! drives into him in one brutal thrust, no prep, no warning. His insides clench around you like a vice, all slick heat and desperation as his back arches hard enough to crack.

"Fuck—fuck—what about the revive?!" His voice wobbles, cracking on the last word as you bottom out, your hips SLAP against that heavy cake. The sound echoes through the warehouse, wet and obscene. "We're gonna—we're gonna lose—anh~!"

You grip his wide hips and Plap! Plap! Plap!—set a ruthless pace that has his whole body jerking forward with each impact. His thick ass ripples every time your pelvis crashes into it, that glowing flesh bouncing while his small cock bobs uselessly between his legs, dribbling pre onto the concrete.

"Stop—ahh~—stop moving so fast, I can't—HHNK~!"

His claws scrape uselessly at the floor, leaving scorch marks where his fingers drag. Every thrust punches a broken noise out of him, his voice pitching higher and higher while his walls flutter and squeeze around your shaft.

The storm closes in outside. Footsteps get louder somewhere behind you.

Sunspot's face is pressed against the dirty concrete now, his sun-like head flickering with each impact, flames sputtering as his body rocks forward and back, forward and back, your cock SQUELCHing through his insides.

"You're—uhh~—you're actually insane—we had a dub—MMFF~!"

His thick thighs shake, barely holding him up as you piston into that tight, clenching hole. A strand of drool leaks from his glowing maw, splattering splurt! onto the floor beneath him.

You slam forward one last time, burying yourself to the hilt in that clenching, spasming heat—and then you're cumming, hard, your cock throbbing as rope after rope floods his insides.

SPVLUURTTT~♥♥

Sunspot's entire body seizes up, back arching like he's been electrocuted, a broken wail tearing from his throat. "AHHH~—hhahh— s'too much—mmff~!" His walls clamp down around you in desperate flutters, milking every last drop as his own small cock twitches and spurts uselessly onto the concrete below, thin ropes of glowing cum splattering splt! splt! splt! against the floor.

SPVLOORTTT~♥

Another thick pulse floods his guts, his stomach bulging slightly from the sheer volume, that warm glow of his body flickering and intensifying like a lightbulb about to blow. "F- hahhh~— full, 'm so full—" His voice comes out slurred, wrecked, those white-yellow eyes rolled halfway back as his arms give out completely, face smashing into the dirty floor with a thud.

Your cum leaks out around your shaft where you're still buried inside him, dripping splshh.. down his thick thighs in messy rivulets. His asscheeks clench weakly around your base, overstimulated and trembling, while he whimpers into the concrete.

"Mmmngh~..." A soft, fucked-out noise. His flames flicker lazily around his head, barely maintaining their shape. "Did... did we lose...?"

Somewhere in the distance, the storm swallows the final zone.

Sunspot sprawls out on the couch, kicking those orange high-tops up on the armrest. The glow from her sun-like head casts warm light across the room, flickering slightly when she gets animated.

"Okay so like—sunlight? Obviously. Duh." She gestures vaguely at her own face, the flames around her head pulsing brighter for emphasis. "It's a whole thing. Being out there when it's blazing, everyone can see you, everyone knows what's up. That's the good stuff."

Her legs kick idly, those thick thighs shifting under the black joggers.

"Standing out in general, really. Fast-paced anything. Give me chaos, give me action, give me somethin' that gets the blood pumping—" She pauses, then snorts. "Wait, I don't have blood. You know what I mean though. High energy environments. Places where shit's happening."

A grimace crosses her glowing features.

"What I can't stand? Darkness. Ugh. Being overlooked—actually the worst thing ever. Slow, boring situations where nothing's going on?" She mimes gagging, tongue sticking out. "Dull colors. And the moon."

Her nose wrinkles with genuine distaste.

"The moon can eat my entire ass. Just—sitting up there in the sky, doing nothing, being all pale and boring and trying to compete with the sun. Pathetic. Hate that shit."