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. )

"..."

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

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'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!

( 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. ) ⤵

( 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. ⤵

( Mink rubs at the entrance before pushing one digit into him, just a hint of the fingering he will get should he choose to be uncooperative. He feels so soft to him, so hot, and Mink relishes how easy it is to get lost in the act and simply explore, touch, tease. ⤵

( The man snorts, amusement curling his voice. He scoots up against the length of the girl's body and keeps his hand wedged between her legs, working at her persistently. Fluid seeps out around Mink's fingers, and he slips two directly into her, matching the rhythm to stroke inside her. )

( The hunger this man has for this—genuine and delighted and depraved—Mink finds nearly undoes him. His fingers grip tighter on the blue strands and his other hand joins, pushing his upper body to turn around, quickly switching their positions. Once his back hits the wall, Mink snares him by the ⤵

( Mink hums, enough that it's almost a growl, and rocks his hips up against her as he rubs at her clit with as much of his fingers as he can manage. He should've grabbed a bottle of lube before doing this, maybe, but the girl seems to be doing all right. ⤵

( Mink looks smug even as he obliges, setting his lips to the girl's shoulder not yet tended to, then drags his tongue up wherever he can touch; her ear, her neck, the rock of her pulse. His hand slides from her back to her front—lightly skimming along each rib in its wake—and settles on the ⤵

( Mink halts in his movements, lifting his eyebrows inquisitively, before he continues with his ministrations again, skimming his hand down between her legs to stroke. ) Do what again? ( He inquires an elaboration as he sets his other hand to work on her bra, deftly unclasping the strap. )

( Making quick work of undoing his fly, Mink scoops her forward one more time and brings their mouths near to touching again. He steals a kiss, firm and deliberate all at once, hips flush against each other. ⤵

( He watches with unabashed interest at the expanse of skin now laid bare before him, turning increasingly scarlet beneath Mink's studious surveying. She is attractive, to be sure, and there is a moment of genuine distraction as he watches her every movement. ) ⤵

( Mink can't stop the guttural sound erupting from his throat as he's groped through his pants, a hand between his legs to squeeze his growing erection just this side of painful. He echoes the motion, sliding his tongue along the man's neck while shifting a hand below their waists to rub at his ⤵

( The sound of mouths moving together, mixed with their labored breaths, are filthy in his ears. Mink pulls back only with supreme effort, hot air overlapping between them, and it's in that moment that he decides to curl his fingers tight until the man's throat is bared enticingly for him. )

( Mink can't stop the small chuckle erupting from his throat at her eagerness, his hands slipping down to rest against her waist. He regards her with a smirk, leaning forward in such a manner as to knock his nose against hers, the closeness oddly thrilling. ) Please, I am no wilting flower.

( Mink gives a brisk nod—her coy gesture ultimately ignored—before moving just a step closer to her. ) Let's get your part of the deal over with.

( He pauses mid-drag, pipe still between his lips when a voice interrupts his thoughts on what to eat for dinner. Cautiously, Mink cranes his head sideways, enough to bring a person into view, and like a trick image suddenly coming into focus, their crumpled form takes shape in his vision. ) ⤵

( Well, that is certainly new. His brows lift in tandem surprise at the sight, and at his own understatement of 'novelty'. Mink has always taken these things in stride, not bothering to make sense of something far beyond his comprehension, and without hesitation or any second thoughts, he says, ) ⤵

( Mink should resist him. Could, in truth, resist him. Yet for all the gruff and aloofness and emotional distance, the feeling of lips against his is so wholly welcome a respite that he finds himself inexplicably heeding to the man's will. ⤵

( The reaction is instantaneous but muted. He straightens from his slump, eyes widening slowly, slightly, turning the words over in his mind. The unseemly request seldom draws as much attention as the valuable piece of information he's just learned about this girl, though he still doesn't quite ⤵

// Got a few replies pending that I'll be sure to get to by tomorrow morning. Goodnight! 🩷

( The man looks her over searchingly, taking a drag on his pipe while he contemplates the situation. His attention is soon diverted to the outstretch of her hand, which he also contemplates with a rise in his brow. ) Which is?

( Mink stifles a dozen different reflexes and allows himself the pleasure of exploratory fondling. He is stubborn in many ways; however, if the man won't cooperate, he has no reason nor obligation to put up with him.

( Revenge. The only thing that has kept Mink on his toes the past few years was his quest for the life of the man who destroyed nearly every semblance of his existence. The man who took his family from him, the memory of flames rising up eternally to the heavens forever seared into his bones.

( Kindness is a thing unfamiliar, a virtue blessed with never frequently. Used to struggling, to offering his services with the express purpose of a return, Mink is skeptical of the benevolence of the stranger. And just what does she intend to "help" him with, anyway? )

( A mischievous squint briefly narrows his eyes. He knows from intimate experience that people who carry concealed guns often exhibit certain behaviors, none of which match up to the girl's cheery disposition. But one can never be too sure.

( The reaction is one he hadn't been expecting. Mink watches him, concentrating on the breaths he feels against his face, against his jaw. The man isn't afraid of him, to be sure, and honestly, he finds it a bit impressive. With fingers still wrapped on his side, he sets his jaw. )

　 　　　𓆜 𓆝 𝅄 ׁ ˳ 𝒯𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 　 　　𔓕 𝅄 ׁ ˳ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 & 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒　;　 　　　　　　　 𝒯𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐂𝐄 ₊ ⊹ ₊ ⊹ 𓂃 　　　　　　　 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝑵͟𝑶͟𝑻 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄. ˚ ₊ ⋆ ⁺₊ ❅. 　　　　 「 #DMMDRP #MVRP ; #RPSKY ; #NSFWRP 」

( Opening his eyes to the sound of steps at his side, he taps out the ashes from the pipe before turning around, facing the approaching figure intruding on his moment of silence. Despite the familiar face, the man says nothing, merely waiting to hear the reason for the 'visit'. )

( Digging for the lighter from his coat, he lights his pipe, taking in the smoke like the thousands of times he's done before. ) Hm.