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It's only when his lungs are burning—when holding it in any longer would be torture—that Mink lets go, smoke pouring thickly from his lips as he weighs his next move.

"This," he murmurs, meeting the man's stare easily, "is what you wanted?"

The insolent words only make Mink tighten his hold on him possessively, brows furrowing beneath the pink headband. He lifts his other hand with deliberate certainty, bringing the half-smoked pipe to his lips, the last few embers of burning tobacco flaring red between them before fading once more.

( He's not even going to bother entertaining that one. )

That wasn't trying.

( More silence. Mink tosses his eyebrows up a little flick. )

"..."

// Pace yourself and remember there's no shame in not replying to stuff if you're not feeling up for it. I love you!! 🩷

Everything you did, everything you sacrificed — it was worth it. For this.

"I am not interested in whatever game you're playing," he spits. Despite his quickened pulse; speeding and skittering under his skin; his voice is calm, deliberate.

With the same bold suddenness of the man's teeth at the vulnerable meat of his throat, his unoccupied hand snaps up reflexively, the whole of his callused palm nearly spanning the man's neck as he squeezes—firm enough to bruise across the sensitive skin—until the vein's in the man's face puff up.

Mink's expression doesn't change beyond a brief flicker of his lower eyelids, a subtle hint of displeasure at being so brazenly touched; but it is not until the man dares to take it a step further that he finally reacts, the tension snapping like too-taut fishing line.

he realizes what—or rather, who—he's staring at.

With uncertainty gnawing at his sides Mink just turns his head and glares at the man inching himself nearer and imposing on his personal space, as if somehow it might ease the burning of his hand where it settles like a brand on Mink's skin.

A pause, a deliberate withholding of breath as he listens to the slow sound of footsteps, ears pricking for potential danger; it doesn't take long, however—just a few stretched moments—before the lurking figure reveals itself, and like a trick image suddenly coming into focus, >

The darkness is pierced by the headlights of passing cabs and streetlights, but it's still too dim to make out any details past shapes and movements. >

He's in the middle of taking another drag when he hears a sound somewhere off to his side. It's a familiar voice—dark and mischievous, its sound almost dangerous—as it interrupts his idling mind. >

@slyaoba.bsky.social

Out here, the night is still—peaceful, even—unlike Scratch's home base, with arguments and too many bodies crammed into one space. The brick wall is satisfyingly cold even through his coat as he leans back with a sigh, unfurling smoke that billows thick from between his lips.

//...that can be arranged

Mink holds off on the next punch, freezing at the words. There's a stain of blood on the first two knuckles on his left hand from where he'd punched the man in the teeth only seconds ago.

"You're a freak,” he speaks after a moment, his voice hardly reflecting the expression distorting his face.

Stubborn.

Then have fun tiring yourself out.

How much longer will you continue to beg?

( A pause, and Mink blinks. A bewildered squint briefly narrows his eyes. )

No.

// Hey guys! I just wanted to apologize to those I owe replies or stuff to. Life has been hectic these past few months (nothing bad, don't worry!) and it's hard to even find time for myself. I don't know when but I *will* be back at some point!

// Been a little busier than usual but I'll be getting to replies as soon as I have a moment!

Look at you, already so hard from just one of my fingers.

( As though in reprimand, he sets his teeth against the man's shoulder, just enough to sting. )

Imagine how bad you'll be once I've got my cock in you.

( He licks his lower lip into his mouth and eases into a sigh, reveling in the delicious pleasure he pulls from the man, every bit as hungry for this as Mink himself feels. Soon, a second finger joins as he rubs at his cock, scissoring him apart with practiced ease. )

⤵

After a moment the hand on her chest pulls away, to push between his own legs instead, the newfound pressure doing nothing to relieve his surging cock. )

How do we do this? Are there any special instructions I should know of?

( He tongues the back of her shoulder, brushing the warm skin with his lips as he redoubles his efforts with his hand. He could always skip the warm-up, pull his fingers out and hold her down as he fights his way inside her body, but Mink isn't foolish enough to mess with some unknowable force. ⤵

( The man doesn't dignify her with an answer, a bare raising of his brow to deflect the jab at his own age. In retaliation he gives one of her nipples a pinch, rolls it between his fingers. )

You'll thank me later. ⤵