"Nothing's allowed on the table," I tell Tanner. "It probably wouldn't handle the weight and movements. That said, kissing's allowed overall, though sex is a lot more intimate with it, so I'll leave that up to you. You can see the lube by my radio, make sure to use it somewhat liberally on yourself before inserting, else it won't be as pleasurable for me."

After a few more moments of thought, Tanner decides to start off by kissing me and rubbing my dick. I really should have expected that. He strokes me for a few moments as I push my tongue into his mouth, wrestling with his.

Then, Tanner pushes me backwards, not breaking the kiss or his stroking as he uses his other hand to move me into the position he wants, rubbing his dick against mine, using his hand to jack both of us off. As he does that, I hold his head, feeling his soft hair with my fingers.

For a few minutes, we remain like this, then I guess Tanner gets too close, because he suddenly stops and starts kissing down my neck, then my chest, until he reaches my right breast. He's no longer stroking me, my dick rubbing against his stomach as he starts licking my nipple.

One thing about me: my nipples are extremely sensitive with sexual stimulation. I've heard that guys with pierced nipples suffer from that, but mine aren't pierced. I guess mine are just naturally rather sensitive.

As a result of Tanner playing with my right nipple, I start to go into overdrive, even though all he's doing is teasing it with his tongue. It's been a couple of weeks since Ian and I did something, and I guess it's affecting me.

Tanner's power seems to be useful here, as he stops before he goes too far, kissing down to my abs, licking their lines and contours, my dick rubbing against his chest. He starts rubbing my sides as I do my best not to start humping him.

As he travels down, he moves his hands down, too, and when he reaches my bellybutton, he flicks his tongue in and out of it, his hands on my hips. Then he moves down more, my dick sliding onto his neck, then his chin, then his lips.

He uses his right hand to grab my dick and gently pulls down, exposing the head, which he then starts licking. I keep my right hand on his head as I use my left to play with my right nipple, moaning softly at the pleasure he's giving me.

"I'm going to cum if you keep going," I tell him after a minute.

"I want to taste it," he stops long enough to tell me, then takes the head of my dick into his mouth.

Using his left hand, Tanner starts playing with my balls, using his right to jack me at the base of my dick as he takes me in as much as he can, only a few inches, going up and down on me.

I quickly reach my climax from here, and warn Tanner when I'm about to cum. His lack of experience with this shows, as he chokes when I start, and a fair bit of m cum leaks out. Once my orgasm ends, Tanner starts licking up everything that came out, though a little bit remains on his lips. He moves forward and kisses me, and I lick the cum off as he grabs something from above me, probably the lube off the shelf with my radio.

Sure enough, he stops kissing me and kneels between my legs, parting them as he lubes up his dick. There's a moment of doubt on his face, but I lift up my legs and the doubt goes away. Tanner pushes into my ass, and I let out a soft moan, meeting his gaze as he slowly slides all the way in.

The feeling of a nice dick stretching my ass a bit and filling me up is one I love, even if I only did it with Ian on the rare three occasions he was out here since my birthday. Tanner's not as thick, so the feeling isn't as intense, but it's still there, still quite pleasurable.

Tanner starts to move, pushing forward and pulling back, holding my legs as he focuses on his movements. With every thrust or pull, he rubs against my prostate, keeping me erect and leading me towards another orgasm, though I'm sure it won't happen before he reaches his.

"Kiss me," I tell Tanner after a minute of feeling him inside of me. "Bend down and kiss me."

He obeys, pressing his lips to mine, and this time, he works his tongue into my mouth rather than the other way around. His thrusting slows because of the position shift, just as I expected. He'll last a little longer, though I'm sure he's already close. I'm surprised he didn't explode the moment he pushed into me, Ian did our first time. Not that my boyfriend stopped then…

As Tanner draws closer to his orgasm, he stops kissing me and straightens up, focusing on thrusting faster, but still gently.

"Don't have to pull out," I say when I realize he's about to do just that. "You can cum in me, Tanner. It's okay if you want to."

He nods, then continues thrusting, pumping just a few more times before letting out a soft moan of his own, shooting his load into me. I clench my ass so that it clamps onto his dick as he fills me. Once he finishes, I unclench, then he pulls out. Hopefully, he's up for a second round.

"So," I say as he collapses beside me, breathing heavily. "I'm surprised you didn't burst as soon as you entered me."

"I probably would've," he admits as I turn on my side to face him. "If I hadn't gotten off a couple of times before school."

"Well," I say. "Want to go for round two? We can do it here or in the shower. If we do it here, round three can be in the shower."

"Let's do three in the shower," he tells me.

"Okay," I smile as a thought comes to me.

It seems that now that Tanner knows this has Ian's blessing, he's okay with it. That means it's possible we'll be doing it again, not stopping after just this time. That's going to be fun, because using just my hand isn't enough.

"Hey, real quick," I say. "I just had a thought, but you know that this is purely sexual, right? There isn't something romantic between us, and won't ever be? I'm mostly just wanting to get off with a hot guy."

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"Yeah," Tanner tells me with a smile. "I guess I'm the same way. I don't think I could get into a relationship if I have this power on at all times, anyway. So as long as you don't mind me using you for the same thing you're wanting to use me for, and your boyfriend really doesn't mind, then we're good for however long we get together for."

"Excellent," I smile. "Let's go for round two."

I kiss Tanner on the cheek, then grab the lube and make sure his dick is nice and slick again before I climb on top of him, lowering myself onto him as I feel his dick filling my ass again. I don't stop riding him until we've both climaxed again, and damn does it feel good.

Pulling off of him, I bend forward and kiss him again, feeling some of his cum leaking out of my ass as I do. We kiss for several minutes, then I break it off, our stomachs rumbling.

"I'm going to cook dinner," I tell Tanner. "Any preference?"

"You sure you want to feed a Sigil-Bearer?"

Sigil-Bearers consume a lot of food. They can easily pack away three to four times as much food as a normie would in a single sitting, in what seems to be an illogical feat. Scientists have yet to figure out how they can do that yet not need to eat all times. It's likely a process normies will take many more years to understand.

"I eat a lot, anyway," I tell him. "It's not that much extra in cost for me."

"I'm sure I'll eat more than you," he says as I climb off my bed. "Are you sure you can move around? Aren't you sore, y'know, back there?"

"I'm fine," I shoot him a grin. "Don't worry about hurting me just from sex, Tanner. I'm not sure what you've read, but it doesn't make me sore or anything."

"Okay," he looks skeptical, but doesn't say anything further.

I enter my bathroom and grab a washcloth, wetting it and cleaning myself off a little, rinsing it out in the sink as needed. It only takes me a couple of minutes, and is just a quick job. We can take a shower later, I'm pretty hungry, myself.

After the quick cleanup, I rinse out the rag and leave my bathroom, tossing the washcloth to Tanner as I enter the kitchen. I pull on my apron and begin preparing dinner. As I work, Tanner enters the kitchen, takes one look at me, and cracks up laughing.

"An apron's important," I tell him. "It helps protect you and your clothes from grease splatters, and even if you aren't cooking something with grease, it can help-"

"Not that," he tells me. "It's… the apron itself!"

"What's wrong with it?" I ask.

"It's bright yellow and covered in bunnies!"

I look down at my apron, then look at Tanner.

"Ian got it for me for my birthday," I tell him. "I have a couple of more aprons in the closet, this was just the one I grabbed. Is there something wrong with it?"

Tanner looks at the apron again, then walks to the closet and opens it, looking at the aprons.

"Pink with yellow bunnies," he says. "Blue with green bunnies. Green with blue bunnies. Black with white bunnies. White with black bunnies. I'm seeing a theme here. Why are there so many bunnies? Come to think of it, you were doodling bunnies surfing on Tuesday. Oh, this one is black with a red dragon on it."

"Ian's obsessed with bunnies."

"Yet you were the one drawing them," Tanner closes the closet and looks at me. "So… the obsession traveled to you?"

"No," I answer. "I just do it from time to time. I prefer to draw wolves."

"Wolves eat bunnies," he says. "And you're dating a guy obsessed with-wait. Why aren't there any wolf-themed things here? You have so many bunny-patterned aprons-"

"I have wolf-themed things."

"Where?" He asks.

"Not here," I answer. "I let Ian pick out most of what comes here."

Tanner gives me an odd look, but I suppose the emotion I'm feeling puts him off to pressing his questions. Instead, he returns to the bedroom and starts looking through my games, and I begin preparing dinner. Eventually, he settles on watching TV.

"You know," Tanner says. "I've been here about two weeks, and I have to say, there are a lot of things similar about here to New York, and a lot of things that aren't."

"How are we similar and different to the big city?" I ask.

"Well," he says. "One similarity is how most people are in awe of us Sigil-Bearers and worship us in some form. People throw discounts at me in both places just for being one who isn't a villain of some sort."

"Ah, right," I chuckle. "You guys in the city have the whole heroes-villain thing."

Some Sigil-Bearers use their powers for crime, while others use theirs to save people or stop the villainous Sigil-Bearers. They get a fair bit of media attention, which might be part of why it happens, though part of it is probably just the nature of people.

"Yeah," Tanner says, and I start mixing the ground beef I've been preparing. "They don't bother doing the whole capes and masks and costumes thing that you see in comics and shows from before the Calamity, so it can sometimes be difficult to tell if you're going to end up in the middle of an occurrence just by going to the store. Here, though, there's only, well, two Sigil-Bearers in town, and one of them is a seven-year-old girl. It amazes me that we're going to class like normal people, too."

"You were segregated?" I ask.

"Sort of," he answers. "For PE, we're in a different class because of the difference in strength and speed between us and normies, then a lesson where we undergo a series of non-invasive tests to help them study Sigil-Bearers, while we also have an additional class where we're supposed to be training our abilities."

"I take it you didn't?" I ask.

"Couldn't, really," he shrugs. "I don't really know how to train my ability other than, well, adjusting its range."

"Well," I say. "If you don't mind me telling Ian what it is, I could ask him about training methods for empaths. Chances are, there are a few the Federation's helped, so they might have some knowledge of how to train it. Ian wouldn't tell anyone, either."

Tanner's silent after I ask that, and after a few minutes, I hear him shifting on my bed. Glancing over, I see him leaning forward to look at me, and realize that he heard the sizzling.

"What are you making?" He asks.

"Burgers," I answer. "Along with onion rings and fries. Do you want cheese on your burgers?"

"Uh, yes, please."

"Okay," I say. "I also have lettuce and tomato, plus some ketchup. No mustard or mayonnaise, can't stand their taste."

"Nor can I," he chuckles. "That's actually a common trait among Sigil-Bearers. There's something in them that comes off extremely strong to us."

"I know," I chuckle back. "Figured that wouldn't be a problem, though I'm not a Sigil-Bearer. Wasn't born with a Sigil at all, just a sensitive tongue."

"And killer looks," he climbs off my bed and walks over to me, wrapping his arms around me, his hands under my apron. Okay, I wasn't hard before, but I am now, because he's hard again and it's rubbing against me. "Though you have your parents to thank for that. I saw a picture of them while trying to find you. They could definitely have been mistaken for Sigil-Bearers, if the Calamity happened a few decades earlier."

"Yeah," I say. "So about Ian?"

"Yeah," he releases me and pulls back. "You can tell him, if he won't tell anyone and can find resources on what to do."

"Alright," I tell him. "I'll ask Ian in the morning."

"Not before bed?" He asks.

"Well," I say. "I'm thinking we're going to eat, and then either go for more rounds, then have a shower and go to bed, or give in to our exhaustion from two rounds of sex and a couple of hours of walking in the rain on uneven terrain and go to bed after a shower."

"Fair point!" He laughs. "Okay, I can accept that."