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Where do we Draw the Lines?	By : AxelAsh Category: +A through F > DRAMAtical Murder Views: 1412 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As soon as they arrived back at Mink's, Aoba did his best to hide that feeling in his being. But it was easier said then done. Especially when Mink was a good reader of a person and a good judge of character. Aoba placed his bags in the floor board so he could get out without any help this time.

But even then, he tripped as he got out. Luckily, he fell right into the strong arms of Mink who'd come around to him him without Aoba noticing.

“T-Thank you...” he whispered.

“Aoba...”

“I-I need to grab the stuff still.”

“The servants will get it.”

“I-It's fine I can do it.” He tried to move out of Mink's hold, but that man was a rock in human form.

“Aoba, look at me.”

He didn't. Which was aggravating as all hell to Mink. But he could hear it. The shake in the boys voice, the unsteadiness he has on his own two feet. Obviously, he was upset.

How could he not be?

“I won't ask you again Aoba. Look at me.”

And again, he didn't. Mink reached down and gripped his face like he had done yesterday between those bars. Aoba whined, quickly shutting his eyes.

'I can't look at him!' He thought to himself, body shaking. 'If I do I'll really start crying.'

“I refuse to let you move until you open your eyes and LOOK at me.” Mink was firm about that too. He was set on not moving either. He was a disciplined man. He could wait all day if he had to. But Aob wasn't like that. And eventually...he caved in.

The moment he opened his eyes, the first big tears filled his eyes and fell down his face.

Mink was stunned for a moment. This was different then last night. Those were eyes filled with utter disappointment. Utter sadness. But most of all, they were filled with this hopelessness.

And Mink couldn't stand it.

With a sudden crash, a loud yelp from Aoba and a grunt from himself, he shoved the boy against the side of the car, pinning his hands with one of his own above his head and kissing him hard on the mouth.

Aoba whined, body tense as Mink forced his tongue into the boys mouth, biting the boys lip to get some form of reaction from him.

“Aoba...” Mink growled lowly, grinding his hips into the youngers. Causing another yelp.

“H-Hnn!” He whined, feeling the man shove his knee between his legs, rubbing him right in a tender area. Aoba tugged his arms, trying to free himself from the others hold. As Mink went in to kiss him again Aoba made a small mistake.

He bit him.

Mink pulled back, eyes wide in shock. Aoba panted now, gasping for air after that kiss.

Mink snorted in response, narrowing his eyes a little. “So you're a biter.”

Aoba didn't look at Mink again for a moment, instead chosing to stare at something on the ground. His cheeks red, body shaking.

The taller leaned in close, whispering in his ear. “Another reason I picked you was the fire I saw in your eyes. The will power you seem to have. Or was I wrong?”

Aoba shook his head, voice weak as he spoke. “N-No...”

“Then don't look at me like such a pitiful child.” Mink's hold on Aoba's wrists tightened.

“You're pouting.”

“I-I am not!” He shouted, looking to Mink now, their eyes meeting. He still looked as though he was fighting to keep himself together, but there seemed to be some fight back in him.

“Yes, you ARE.” Mink growled lowly, grinding his knee again into the boy's slowly growing hard on. Aoba gasped, shuddering as he felt that tingle and those pants were becoming tighter.

He whined, tugging at his wrists.

“I-I...”

Mink removed himself completely from the boy, straightening himself. Aoba slowly slid down to the ground of the drive way, panting and red faced.

Mink stared down at him, watching the boy. Well...slowly pushing the boy to his limits seems to be working but he was getting a tad impatient.

“Come on. I want to see what you picked out.” And with that, Mink began walking back to the house.

Aoba was conflicted. Right then and there, he wanted the man to kiss him again. He'd kind of wished Mink had kept going, but slowly his hard on was fading. Aoba slowly rose to his feet and followed behind Mink.

Now, Aoba felt an even bigger problem. As the bags were placed by the wardrobe, Mink sat on the bed and began to remove his boots. He leaned back against the headboard and watched Aoba as he stood by the door.

“Go on. I want to see how you look.”

“D-Do I have to?” He asked, looking away shyly with a blush.

“Well...you don't have to. But I'd figure you wouldn't want to bust a load while wearing clothing belonging to my brother.”

Oh. My. God.

Aoba had completely forgotten that Mizuki had let him borrow some of his clothing. And that was mortifying. If he had any remaining sex drive building it was completely gone. That was enough of a sobering idea in itself. Just thinking what had happened moments before in the driveway.

Mink smirked at the look on Aoba's face. It. Was. Priceless.

Quickly, Aoba grabbed one bag and made his way into the bathroom to change. Mink smirked, pulling his pipe out as he waited. Well...it was better then him crying.

Aoba paced the bathroom, now barefoot, in thought. Of course he'd grab the wrong bag. Of course he'd grab one holding pajamas. Of course they'd be the high riding, hip hugging shorts. Of course.

He sighed.

“I have no choice.” he muttered and dropped his clothes, quickly changing into his new underwear, his shorts and the black tank top in the bag. He folded the clothing Mizuki had given him and set it on the counter next to the sink.

Slowly, he made his way back into the room. He was welcomed by a low whistle from the man resting on the bed. “Well that's a surprise.”

“Shut up!” Aoba blurted out, and quickly ducked under the covers of the bed. Mink chuckled, tugging the blankets back a little to look at the boy who was hiding his face in the pillows now. He reached over and began to play with the boys hair.

“Embarrassed?”

No response. Mink snorted, forcing the boy to look at him. As he was met with those wide eyes, he couldn't help but imagine how that pretty little face would look sucking on his cock.

He hummed, tapping his pipe against the headboard now before setting it on the bedside table. His thumb swiping over his lower lip.

“...Come here.”

And Aoba complied without a fight this time, moving up and straddling the others lap like he was asked. He looked up at Mink as he continued to rub his thumb over his lower lip. He looked in thought and he really wished he could read Mink's mind. He wished he could figure out what the man was thinking. He was a tad stoic really and hard edged.

“T-Thank you...for today.” he whispered softly. Mink raised a brow. “Hm?”

“F-For the clothing. I-If I can do something to pay you ba—Don't even start.” Aoba flinched a bit, trying to resist the urge to bite his lip.

“You can't go around without things to wear, and I'm not going to keep you completely naked in the house. Of course...that's always an option.” Aoba pouted now, swatting his shoulder.

“Hmm..feeling fiesty?”

“You're being mean.”

“Am I?” Mink smirked with a chortle.

Aoba huffed, attempting to move off the others lap but was stopped.

“Did I say you could move?”

Aoba shook his head. Though his skin did tingle and raise up as Mink brushed his hands along his bare thighs now. He shuddered, feeling some of that heat from earlier return.

Mink hummed, nipping the boys lower lip again before sucking on it. “A-Ah...”

“I do expect you to give in at some point.” He whispered against the now swollen and plump lips. Aoba looked away. “I...I understand...” he whispered.

“Do you?”

Another nod from Aoba.

“I see.” And that was all that came from Mink. His hands slid up Aoba's back, under the tank top he wore which gained another shudder from Aoba.

“Hm. I have an idea.”

“A-An idea?” Aoba whispered back, gripping Mink's shoulders as the man began to kiss his neck. Mink hummed, kissing and nipping Aoba's next still; earning another shudder and a loud gasp in the process.

“Ever given someone a blowjob before?”

“O-Of course not!” Aoba shouted suddenly, his entire face going hot with embarrassment. Aoba felt the other man chuckle in response.

Aoba took a deep breath, slowly letting his hands drift down. “H-How do I—Start by moving off my lap. That would make it easier.”

Aoba really had no idea what he was doing, that much was obvious. But in reality, Mink found it terribly endearing to experience. Aoba was a precious flower; One he was more then willing to destroy.

Mink let Aoba move off his lap in order to rest between his knee's. Hiking up a leg and waiting. Aoba took a deep breath as he reached down with shaking hands, working on the belt buckle of Mink's pants, tugging it out of the belt looks and leaving it off to the side.

After that came the button of his pants, followed by the zipper. Aoba's hands fumbled pretty badly, making things go slower then it should have. Mink was patient though. He could be when he wanted something and rushing Aoba would more then likely only result in him being scared off the idea and he didn't want that.

Once the boy had finished, Mink had to prompt him.

“Lay on your stomach. Unless you'd rather be on your knee's on the floor.” Aoba blushed and slid down off the side of the bed, Mink swung his legs off the side. “Hmm...wasn't expecting that.”

“It...It seemed easier?” Aoba was so unsure about doing this. But really, deep down in the back of his mind he had this worry. This fear.

This fear if he didn't do as asked, Mink would take him back to the traders.

He would willingly submit to Mink's demands like this if it meant keeping himself out of that hell hole again. He never wanted to go back. Aoba was jolted out of his thoughts by his head being forced closer to the male's still clothed, and growing, hard on.

“Come on.”

Aoba whined, looking up at the older man hoping for some guidance on what he was supposed to do next. Mink rolled his eyes, reaching down and guiding one of the boys hands into his pants. Aoba shuddered as he touched the others cock. He instinctively flinched away, but Mink was holding him still.

“Go ahead...”

Aoba looked up at Mink as the other urged him on. His cheeks, the tips of his ears, the tip of his nose were all red. Really the boy was too much of a blushing virgin for his own good. He shut his eyes tightly as he pulled Mink free, and he heard the man hiss as his heated skin met the coolness of the air around them.

Slowly but surely, Aoba opened his eyes to see what he was about to get into. He felt his heart rate sky rocket as he was met face to face with the size of the older.

“Definitely not trying to over compensate...” he mumbled to himself.

“What was that?” Mink asked him, tilting his face up with the end of his pipe tilting his chin.

“I-I...It was nothing.”

“Liar.” Mink tapped his chin a bit harder in response, making him flinch. “What did you say?”

“I...I thought the reason you had all of those big cars and big house was because you were o-over compensating for...lacking...things.”

Mink stared at him blankly then snorted with a smirk. “No. I inherited all of this when my grandfather passed away. This, and all of the responsibilities that go with running his company.”

“Really?” Aoba looked up at him fully, blinking his eyes in surprise.

“Yes. I'm his biological grandson.”

“Didn't you...want to do something else?”

“Well...I did and still do. But I find I have an aptitude for this line of work. I take a month out of the year and go back to the home I was raised in in the mountains though. A small, but humble log cabin.”

Aoba could imagine it really. Mink out there as a rugged mountain man, jeans and a flannel shirt. Tending horses, chopping wood, just...enjoying his solitude.

“I'd like to see that...”

Mink hummed, seeming in thought. “Then I'll take you with me next time I go. Eventually, I plan to retire there. Sell this place, go back to my life before.” Aoba wished he had that luxury. To go back to the home he was born and raised. But sadly, that wasn't the case.

He had no home to return to.

Aoba was jolted out of his thoughts when Mink tapped his cheek this time with his pipe.

“Is there anyone home up there in that pretty, little head of yours?”

Aoba pouted at him.

“You'll...need to give me steps on doing this...” he muttered, having almost forgotten about the current task at hand.

Mink hummed.

“Lets see how you do with your own instincts first.”

Aoba nodded, but his blush remained as Mink helped him move his hand. Eventually, Aoba began to stroke him on his own which caused Mink to groan, but not much. “I know you can do better then that.” He grunted, making Aoba glare up at him.

“T-The hell is that supposed to mean!?”

Mink gripped the boys hair, pressing his lips to the head of his dick. “Well for starters, you can put that mouth of yours to work. If you can back talk, you can do this.” Aoba whined looking up at the other now. Mink had to suppress a shudder at that sight; Aoba on his knee's, dick pressing to his lips, eyes looking up at him wide eyed past those long lashes of his. It took every part of him not to just fuck the boys mouth on his own terms. He sighed through his nose, trying to relax himself enough now.

Aoba kept looking up at him, eyes silently begging for a cue as to what to do next.

“Use your mouth.”

Aoba slowly parted his lips, sliding his tongue against the slit. He felt a small victory and a sense of satisfaction when he saw Mink flinch a little. However, it was short lived as Mink pressed his dick deeper, trying to force the head past his lips.

Aoba whined a little, giving him an unhappy look and Mink really just stared at him. “Well?”

The boy on his knee's rolled his eyes; which Mink found to be insanely irritating and punishment deserving later, but he wouldn't say anything for now.

Aoba swirled his tongue around the tip now, then slowly began dragging it down the shaft a little. Well, Well, Well. Looks like Aoba had a natural talent for sucking cock.

But Mink was growing impatient. Terribly impatient. His dick twitched, matching his irritation much more known. Aoba's hands continued moving along the others shaft as well. The hand on Aoba's head began pushing him down more.

“Alright, that's enough of that.” Mink muttered, causing a soft squeak from the bluenette. Aoba's hands braced on Mink's thighs now, gripping the fabric tightly. He whined, shutting his eyes tightly as Mink pushed the boys head down. “Go on. Move just like this.” Aoba looked up at him through half lidded, glassy eyes that threatened to spill over from the sudden force of being impaled by Mink's cock.

As Mink began helping guide Aoba's head, he stroked the boys hair as a form of encouragement.

Aoba whined loudly, rubbing his tongue along the underside of the others shaft. But he was beginning to have difficulty breathing. He tugged on Mink's legs now, whimpering.

“Breath through your nose Aoba.” he grunted, and he was met with another whine. Mink grunted a bit, feeling himself growing closer to release.

Aoba whined, sucking harshly to try and get the other to finish. He wanted to finish already and be done with this.

Mink growled lowly, eyes slipping shut as he continued to force the boys head to move. “Hnn...good boy.” He grunted, voice heavy with lust and satisfaction.

Aoba simply let Mink use his mouth, but he did suck pretty heavily to help stimulate him more. The sound of wet sucking could be heard throughout the room other then Mink's grunting and Aoba's whimpering.

Mink watched Aoba with half lidded eyes, enjoying this immensely. It wasn't the same as fucking the boy, but it was a good start. It'd happen on it's own in time. Though as he watched the boy, he noticed something. He chuckled a little breathlessly now.

“W-Well now...” he panted. Aoba looked back up at Mink. Using his foot, Mink pressed it into the boys own clothed erection, causing a muffled gasp from Aoba.

“Didn't realize you had a kink like this. Not that I'm complaining.”

It wasn't much longer till Mink came in Aoba's mouth.

It was DISGUSTING. Aoba felt Mink's cum fill his mouth and the taste just...was disgusting. It was bitter and salty and he had no choice but to take all of it down his throat and into his mouth.

He gasped as he was pulled off of Mink's shaft, still being connected by a long, thin line of saliva. Aoba panted heavily and Mink watched him closely.

Reaching down, he pulled the boy back into his lap, holding him bridal style now as he kissed him deeply on the mouth. His tongue swirling around and reaching every part just like before. Just as devouring as before. Just as hungry as before.

And Aoba didn't complain this time. He didn't shove him away or anything else of the like. In fact, he gladly accepted the other, pulling him closer and closer till their bodies were completely one. Mink growled lowly, moving them so Aoba was under him on the bed, moving his mouth to the boys throat and collar now. Kissing, licking, biting any bare skin that he could.

Aoba gasped, arching his back into the other, his hips grinding into Mink's in order to try and gain some attention to his lower half. Mink smirked, pressing one hand to the boys hips and keeping them down in an attempt to tease him.

“Shh~” he whispered against the boys neck, taking a deep breath. “You smell so good.” he whispered under Aoba's chin, kissing it gently. Aoba shuddered, gripping onto Mink tightly by the shoulders with a whine.

“Hmm!”

Aoba whined as Mink pressed him fully into the bed now, leaning over him. He kept his hands beside his head, Mink's hands pressing his wrists down. “P-Please...” he begged, cheeks red. Mink hummed lowly, holding both wrists in one of his hands as he reached into the others shorts, dragging them off the boys legs now.

That same hand came back, stroking the boys hard on now. The action caused elicit moans to escape the boys mouth, making him squeal and hike his voice up like a cheap whore.

“A-Ah! Ahn!”

“So loud...” Mink whispered, shuddering.

He leaned in closer, biting the boys neck. He could feel his own cock becoming hard again. His hand moved faster, making Aoba squirm.

“I-I...! I'm about to--!” He stopped mid sentence, body tensing up as another spasm of pleasure hit him before Mink stopped completely. Aoba looked up at Mink with wide eyes. Full of shock and disappointment.

“W-Why did you stop?” he whispered, his body shaking from the denial of his orgasm. Being so close. Being right at the brink.

“S-Stopping now w-would be too cruel...” he whispered. Mink nodded as he still held onto his wrists with one hand, using the free one to now reach for his belt. Quickly he held it up in front of Aoba's face, breathing heavily.

“This is your last chance to shove me away Aoba. Once I put this on you, that's it. You belong to me and I will do with you as I see fit. If you do, that's fine. I won't force this on you again. Do you understand?” he whispered in a husky manor.

Aoba stared at him with needy eyes. His body shuddered, mind mulling over all of the reasons this was wrong, but also why all these reasons were right. He took a deep breath, nodding. “I-I want you. Please...” he whispered.

That was all he needed.

Mink took the boys wrists and bound them by the leather belt he had worn earlier, using it to bind the boys wrists. Mink quickly removed the rest of the bluenette's clothing, watching as he squirmed with each touch.

“M-Mink...” he whimpered.

“So needy...” Mink muttered, hovering over the boy and dragging his hands over him. Now removing his own jacket.

Mink now sat between the boys legs, able to see every inch of this boy beneath him. With both of his own hands now free, he slid them from Aoba's hips, up his sides and to his ribs. Aoba shuddered.

“P-Please...” he whispered, shivering with each touch. “N-No more teasing. Please.” he begged. Mink chuckled now, flipping the boy over onto his knee's. Aoba let out a loud squeak as he was flipped over, looking over his shoulder at him in shock.

“H-Hey!?”

Mink huffed, resting on his knee's before giving the boys ass a gentle swat, earning another squeak. “I have to prep you. You're so eager for it but you don't want it to hurt now, hm?”

Aoba blushed. “W-What do you mean by p-prepping me?”

Mink rolled his eyes, ignoring the boy before reaching into his bedside table. He reached into the first drawer, removing a small container of lube. As soon as he popped open the top, a sweet flower like smell filled the air and Aoba felt himself begin to relax.

Mink held the boy by his hips, coating two fingers in the substance before gently beginning to rub that small entrance.

Aoba gasped, eyes going wide as he gasped. “A-Ah!” he cried out while arching his back, gripping at the blankets tightly. He tugged on the sheets tightly, biting his lower lip to stifle the noises as Mink began to thrust a finger into him.

It was a tad uncomfortable, that much could be said for certain. Aoba whined, hiding his face in the bed-sheet's now as one finger thrusted in and out of him. His back arching and his legs quivering in response to the stimulation he felt making it's way through his body. It was a burning sensation inside, almost an itch that he felt needed to me scratched. It was agony for him.

He wanted so much to just be done with this part.

'You want him to dominate you. Fuck you like a slut.'

That nagging voice in the back of his brain was constantly calling him again. It wasn't the first time either. You know the phrase 'let your conscious be your guide”? Aoba didn't believe that was the case. But that little voice did know him better then anyone. And god damn, he was right about the things Aoba wanted.

“M-Mink please...” he whined, before letting out a terribly loud and keening sound.

Oh, Mink had found the spot inside of Aoba that had him seeing stars. Didn't take too long, of course the next part was purely accidental. Mink added a second finger inside and the moment he hit that same spot, Aoba came all over himself and the bed with a loud cry of a most unexpected word.

“Daddy!”

Woah.

WOAH.

Mink stopped for a moment, staring at the boy who was now trying to regain his breath. He watched as that supple frame twitched in pleasure as he rode out his high. Aoba's whimpering and whining could be heard from a mile away really, but that wasn't what Mink was focused on.

It was the word.

That one, simple word.

Mink quickly flipped Aoba over onto his back before bringing him to straddle his lap again like before. The boy panted heavily still, body shaking and shivering.

“What was that?” he whispered softly, brushing a thumb over that quivering lower lip again. Aoba slowly looked up at Mink with the most glazed over, high on euphoria look a person could have and Mink felt his self control begin to disappear.

“I...I'm sorry...” he whispered in a harsh pant. “I...It just slipped out. I-I'll try to—No.”

“Eh?

Aoba looked up at Mink, seeming to be more awake now.

“W-what do you—I'm saying I don't mind.”

Aoba seemed to sober up pretty quickly again and he felt like hiding once more like he had earlier when he'd come out of the bathroom fully dressed.

Mink hummed lowly, taking a drag from his pipe to accumulate and organize his thoughts.

“I have...selective tastes, Aoba.”

“Like what?”

“For starters...” he gripped Aoba tightly around the throat, bringing him close. The tightness was still enough for Aoba to breathe but the intent to restrain and dominate him was still there. “I like to be in control.” he whispered against Aoba's lips.

Aoba shuddered. “O-Obviously...” he whispered, attempting to close the gap between their lips. However, Mink simply moved to the side in order to avoid it; causing a terrible whine from Aoba.

“I like to restrain my partners. Reward them for proper behavior and punish them for bad.” Aoba shuddered again, but this time he looked terribly nervous.

“Relax.” Mink reassured him. “Those punishments never leave the bedroom. I'm not a sadist.”

Aoba nodded, letting his lower lip stick out in disapproval at not being allowed to kiss Mink again.

“H-How did..things end up like this...” he whispered.

“Well you were blowing me and became turned on by it. Not hard to figure out.” Mink snorted, before slowly releasing the boys neck, letting him cuddle up on his lap.

“C-Can...Can I take your shirt off?” Aoba asked him, tugging on the off purple colored shirt Mink had been wearing under his suit. Mink hummed in response to that.

“I don't see why not.”

Aoba tugged at his wrists that were still bound, showing them to Mink.; he chuckled in response to that. “Well you're not getting untied yet. “ he teased as he removed his own shirt, watching from the corner of his eye how Aoba gasped a bit at being met face to face with his bare chest.

Last night he couldn't see it due to the darkness, even as he felt how warm the others skin had felt against him, but this was unreal. How sculpted and chiseled he was. Aoba's body visibly shivered as he dragged his fingers down the others chest to where the end of his pants.

“Am I still over compensating?”

He shook his head without saying a word and Mink let out a soft chuckle. Without a word, he simply held the boys cheek with one hands, stroking his thumb against his cheek. “You really are something...” he whispered.

“M-Mink...” he whispered, seeming to want to ask a question. But the man did not respond, simply staring him down. The air was quiet and the feeling was different for both of them.

Aoba felt that there was an unspoken tension and it was really awkward for him.
Mink was just waiting patiently for the boy to speak, enjoying the quiet.

Finally, Aoba broke the silence.

“C-Can we...keep going?”

Mink chuckled, nodding with a smirk. He wanted to push the boy. See him desperate, squirming.

“I don't know, can we?”

Now, it was Aoba who was frustrated. Quickly, he moved to close the gap between them, kissing him deeply and doing his best to dominate the kiss, lifting his arms so Mink's head would rest between them while still bound.

The older man growled lowly in his throat, dragging the boy closer to him by his hips before breaking the kiss for a moment. “Fine.”

It was a fast shift, forcing the boy down onto his back, his body pressing in a way that Aoba's legs were spread wide for him. One hand reaching down, beginning to probe an prod the other gently. Aoba whined, legs twitching and flinching while his hips bucked up and ground.

“A-Ah...!”

“Relax.” Mink growled softly, kissing the boys chin again before biting his lower lip. “If not, then it will hurt.” Aoba whined with that, trying to relax as the other toyed with his ass.

“I-I...” Mink looked up from kissing Aoba's chest, raising a brow. He smirked, loving the face the other boy made. Face flushed, teary eyed and half lidded, mouth open and trembling.

Mink began to finally push a finger into him, thrusting it hard and slow. Aoba let out a shuddering gasp, and Mink felt a great amount of joy and satisfaction well up inside of him at the sounds the boy made. He ground his finger up, trying to find that spot inside that would make the boy completely--

“AH!”

Found it.

Mink continued to curl his finger up into that spot, rubbing as he watched Aoba's face. Eyes wide, mouth gaping and his squeals coming out at a pitch he didn't think possible for a boy his age. He hummed, licking his lips as he eyed Aoba's now hard cock.

He swiftly pulled his finger out, feeling satisfied at how Aoba whined in obvious unhappiness. “Say it again.”

He whined, looking up at the other with teary eyes.

“W-W...What?”

Mink leaned down, licking the boys lip. “What you said earlier. What you called me.”

Aoba gasped, shuddering, leaning up only to whine as Mink pulled away to tease him.

“D-Daddy...please.”

Mink groaned softly, forcing the boys legs farther apart.

“Tell me what you want.”

“D-Daddy...more. Please...” Aoba took a deep breath. “Please keep touching me like that.”

And Mink was happy to oblige him. This time, he took two fingers, returning and making Aoba squeal harder and louder. “Daddy!”

Mink groaned low in his throat. This boy under him...it was incredibly unexpected about how erotic and lewd he could be. It was amazing and gorgeous really to see this flushed face on him. Mink curled his fingers up again into that spot.

“O-Oh god! I'm going to cum!”

“Not yet.” he smirked, removing this fingers of his and unweaving himself from between Aoba's arms. The blunette whined louder then he thought possible, looking near tears and being full of disappointment.

“B-But...!”

“Relax.” Mink rested between the boys legs now, grinding his and Aoba's cock's together in a teasing fashion, making the younger squirm more. “F-Fuck!”

Mink chuckled. “Do you want it that badly Aoba?”

He nodded his head quickly. “Please...I-I'll do anything.”

Mink hummed, toying with the idea of what anything could mean. But instead of being an absolute ass hole, he decided to simply give the boy what he wanted. They had time to play like that later really. With a grunt, he moved forward slowly, proceeding to thrust all the way to the hilt into Aoba.

The scream that came out of Aoba would have broken a weaker man's heart. But this was Mink, and he had a very good tolerance for those kinds of things. He grunted at how tight Aoba was, and felt his eyes close for the briefest of moments. Slowly, he opened them again and looked down at Aoba. God, he wished he hadn't because the way he looked was an image to behold.

“A-Ah...”

Trembeling, swollen lips from the kissing. They were red and plump to the point Mink was ready to just kiss him again due to how inviting they looked.

His pale skin, almost looked like it was glowing from how the light around them in the room was.
His chest heaving, nipples hard and pink, tempting him to bite on them.

His eyes glossy, glazed over with some unshed tears and lust. They were half closed, looking up at Mink with this need. And it was a need that Mink was happy to give him.

His hair was all spread out like a pool of water on the bed sheets. Really, he looked like an angel. An angel Mink was about to ruin and corrupt. The thought made him shudder internally.

“M-Mink...” Aoba whispered, drawing the man back to current reality and out of his musings. He let out a sound that pretty much sounded like an animalistic growl, causing Aoba to stare at him wide eyes. “I-I...”

“Quiet.' he ordered, giving a slight thrust, causing the boy to hitch his breath in response with a keening whine.

“If you could see the way you look...” He grunted, leaning over and kissing Aoba deeply, making sure his tongue was shoved right into the kids mouth and swirling around in dominance. Aoba was left breathless by the time it was done.

Mink began thrusting hard and fast into the boy, watching as Aoba continued to cry out with each sensation to go through him.

“A-Ah! H-Harder!”

Mink obliged him.

Even if he wasn't that young any more, Mink could very well hold his own in the bedroom. Aoba was learning that first hand as Mink kept moving in and out of him at a pretty good pace. However, when Mink suddenly changed their position Aoba cried out loudly.

Before long, he was back straddling Mink's lap with the man leaning against his headboard. Aoba whined, resting his forehead on Mink's collarbone. “I-I...” he breathed out in a shuddering voice. Mink brushed some of Aoba's hair from his shoulder, kissing the skin before biting down hard and beginning to suck. Aoba cried out loudly, clinging to the male tightly.

His hands returned to grip Aoba's hips, forcing the boy to bounce now. Aoba whined, arching his back as Mink hit that spot in him over and over. His nails dragged down Mink's chest, leaving scratch marks on him. “I...I'm close!”

“Good.” Mink growled, biting the boys neck now. He was close himself, but it would take a moment. Aoba whined, hips bucking up before he let out a loud cry as he came all over them both. He collapsed against that broad chest, panting.

Mink growled, simply using both hands now to bounce Aoba's hips faster. Aoba whined as he felt Mink thrusting into him with more aggression.

Eventually, Mink came inside the boy with a grunt and Aoba let out a loud cry. He hid his face in Mink's chest, the man in question resting his own face in Aoba's hair.

In reality, by the time Mink pulled out Aoba was fast asleep.
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