Hero Bait

He was mocking them in his head.
Tight suits, fake moans, desperate little freaks.
All of it—pathetic.

But he knows this pose.
Knows the stretch of the suit,
the ache of the bulge tucked beneath it,
the heat curling up his spine like silk.

He shouldn’t know.
He didn’t put it on.
But the hips sway like they’ve always belonged.
The arch is perfect.
The smile isn’t his—but it fits.

They clap.
He breathes through parted lips.
And deeper inside, the suit pulses—slow, wet, claiming.

Every second in the spotlight
makes it tighter.
Makes it sweeter.
Makes it his.

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Now Pose, Slut

Comic-con. Fluorescent lights. Synthetic sweat.
He’s talking shit again. Saying the cosplayers are freaks, tight suits are for pervs,
that he’d never wear something like—

Wait.
What’s this… itch?

It’s hot.
So hot.
Like something's crawling under his skin.
His thighs won’t stay still.
His shirt feels tight. Too tight.
He’s unbuttoning and—
Why are there red lines tracing up his chest?

He’s breathing heavy now.
Something’s wrapped around his hips.
He didn’t put it on, it’s just there.
Hugging his bulge.
Tugging his ass upward like a spotlight.

Someone claps.
Someone moans.

He looks down—
Glossy.
Pink and red.
Painted on.
Dripping down his spine like it owns him.

He blinks.

He's posing.
Mask on.
Leg cocked.
Smile leaking out of him like cum.

"Hey slut, love the suit!" someone yells.

He giggles.
And twitches.
And winks.

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