Bruce Banner has just returned from his lab, where his latest experiment came out really well. He should go straight to bed, because it's six in the morning, but he can't seem to become the right kind of tired, probably also because it's six in the morning. So instead he's watching the sun rise out the window of his cozy (tiny) grad-dorm single room.
Gosh! That's not super surprising but it's kind of neat. He turns his head a bit to see whose mouth, but not too far because he is also sucking a dick and there are only so many angles you can do that from.
It would be nice if Leia was here but it's also nice that Leia wants Bruce and only Bruce. Is finding that nice hypocritical? Probably. He runs a hand through the ambiguous dick-sucker's hair and then returns as much of his attention as he can manage to his own dick-sucking activities. He doesn't want to come (for the third time today) too soon; it might mess with his newfound enthusiasm for anonymous sex and he wants that eidetic memory. (Yes, he is trying to minmax an orgy. No, he will not apologize.)
Hnnnngnope he doesn't want to come and he doesn't want to stop having his dick sucked either so he is going to hang out right on the edge of coming for as long as possible. And suck the dick in his own mouth even harder out of self-induced frustration.
+1 LST for orgasm denial.
A skill has been unlocked by a special action! Trying not to come has unlocked the skill Edge Self.
Edge Self. Active. 1 S/60 seconds.
The bread-and-butter skill of driving yourself insane with frustration, invoking Edge Self forces sexual stimulation to stop before the next time you come, at a variable but short distance from the true, absolute edge.
Bruce manages to invoke the skill and dismiss the popups without taking his mouth off the dick, which is quite the feat given that his brain feels like it's about to melt out of his ears.
Hnnnnnggghafkghsfhsgajf. This is amazing and awful and fantastic. He's just going to hang out like this and get off as many other people as possible for a while. His consciousness appears to be skipping in and out of time, like someone fast-forwarding through a movie looking for where they left off.
Yup, that sure is a body of evidence, pun intended. He distantly wonders how the Erogame avoided the problem where if you send out an orgy invite you probably get all guys, but it's not like he's ever had that problem firsthand so maybe it's exaggerated. Never mind that, though; he's too busy having a great time and trying to figure out what rhythm to move in.
That was unexpectedly sweet. Bruce is having a great time too, and hopefully so is the someone else. Maybe this time he won't try to fight off an orgasm, if only so he doesn't literally melt into goo. (Hey, it could happen. Maybe the Erogame secretly wants to feature a goo monster. Hopefully not though.)
He can do all that and add his own happy moaning noises and it feels so, so, oh so very good.
And once they're both done he can just lie on the floor and drift for a while.
That's nice. Maybe he can roll slightly out of the way and watch until he thinks he can get it up again.
"Hello," says a voice. "What are you up to this evening?"
Eh? Oh right, language, humans use it.
"Hi. Same thing as everybody else, basically."
"Care to be up to it a little more?" the man says, running his hand along Bruce's torso.
Ten minutes ago that would have been a very nice sensation; now he's simultaneously half-unconscious and hypersensitive and doesn't have nearly enough brain to process all the input he's getting, let alone come up with a polite form of "maybe in a few more minutes". Instead he twitches and makes a meaningless noise.
The man seems to take it as a yes and kisses him.
It's objectively just a kiss, but it still feels like too much all at once and he just sits there unresponsively. Maybe he should have dozed a while longer first. Very bothersome that he still finds parties overwhelming before they're done.
The man gets on top of him and pins him down and kisses him.