[Drabble] Bare Fire
Title: Bare Fire
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Mink/Sly Blue
Word Count: 1,779
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Rating: NC-17
Warning: asphyxiation, pwp, face fucking, public indecency
Summary: Aoba is unfortunately getting high on lights when Mink forcibly saves him.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: I'm de-anoning this after a week or so.
Prompt: dmmd_kink_meme : Mink/Aoba - kiss
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“What’s wrong with… me?” Aoba moaned out, his voice coated with a twinge of pleasure even as his skull filled with a throbbing pain. Strobe lights flickered and changed colors, raising and falling with the pounding of the music. Heat starts to pool in his body as he closed his eyes against the lights which only intensified their effects.
“Ugh,” Aoba whimpered gripping the sides of his head to block out the music, but he could feel it reverberating in his chest, causing the heat to strengthen, making him moan louder, his voice getting swept away from him. Staggering against the bodies that grinded and danced, sending more heat coursing through him with each brush of sweaty skin that touched him, the blue haired male finally stumbled against on the of bass speakers. Sick beyond comparison, Aoba’s body felt foreign to him, the temperature that had settled in his lower abdomen was even to make him drop to his knees, which only made him hold on tighter to the speaker as the music thrummed hard.
He tried to blink, to bring clarity back to his senses, yet it was impossible. Aoba inhaled sharply, his nose acute to the scent of the sticky heat that clung to the people on the dance floor. “This… isn’t… right…” he whimpered, groaning into his hand.
A hand tightened into a fist in the material of his shirt and dragged him to a standing position roughly, causing him to whine in protest, blinking past the lights that continued to strobe and flicker through the crowd. Somewhere they had turned on a fog machine and the lasers that danced along the ceiling flashed through the smoke in a seductive fashion, only causing the heat to tighten in Aoba’s belly.
“Pathetic,” he heard the voice.
Gruff and deep. Aoba moaned, his head falling back as his body finally gave in to the music that filled his body with a hot cascading fire.
He felt himself being pulled against a hard chest as he was lifted up into the air. Aoba found himself laughing hoarsely, his body tingled and felt numb from his fingers to his toes.
“I feel amazing,” Aoba muttered out with another laugh.
Through the loud bass Aoba heard the gruff voice, “You’re high. It won’t last.”
“But I feel so… amazing…” Aoba panted, his chest tight, the strobe lights danced across his face and he moaned out, once again falling limp in the strong arms that carried him weightless into the heavy fog that he had now grown accustomed to.
Once minute his senses was reeling from the lights and music and the then next, everything felt muted and muffled as the heavy metal door slammed shut behind them. Fresh air hit him in a rush, Aoba gripped his head weakly, still laughing.
He was dropped unceremoniously into a pile of bagged garbage, his rescuer sneering down at him, “Get up and focus,” Mink’s honey gaze was piercing and stern. Aoba blinked blearily, laughing through the fog. Gritting his teeth, Mink grabbed Aoba by the collar again and hauled him, slamming him into the grimy wall of the club. “You think this is funny?”
Aoba swallowed thickly, his saffron eyes lidded, thick eyelashes caressing the tops of his cheeks every time he blinked. The heat pooled and congealed in his system, and he felt the effects of the high pressed between them as Mink leaned in closer, eyes narrowed. Mink glanced down at the obvious bulge that strained the zipper of Aoba’s jeans, the blood that pumped down to it forced it to throb and twitch subtly.
Mink lifted his grip to Aoba’s throat and tightened, who only moaned out, before biting his bottom lip in ecstasy. “You like getting that high on the lights?” he asked, his voice strangely husky to his own ears. The blue haired male didn’t respond, only licked his dry lips with the tip of his tongue.
He didn’t ask as he plunged in, pressing his mouth to Aoba’s in hard line, only causing the boy to moan even as Mink tightened his hold on his throat, panting out, “More… more…”
“Pathetically begging like that,” Mink growled, molding their lips together, tilting his head just enough to allow himself a better angle to deepen the kiss. Aoba’s arms wound around his neck, lithe fingers tangling and gripping tightly in his hair, pulling him more against him. “Slut,” he whispered, the rush of excitement took over, the moist lips that brushed hungrily against his was enough to tip him over the edge.
Aoba moaned and Mink seized the opportunity to delve his tongue past the tender satin lips that all but welcomed him. The kiss turned haphazard as teeth scraped, tongues lashed together angrily, Aoba panted in breathless want, saliva trailing from the corners of his mouth. Mink rhythmically squeezed at his throat, releasing and tightening, forcing Aoba into a heightened sense of euphoria than the lights had put him in, tears gathered in his eyes, but it was too good too fast. And he was loving it.
The towering man’s knee was lifted and Aoba couldn’t help but grind down against it, seeking some added pleasure. When Mink allowed him a second of air, Aoba exhaled on a low grown, before inhaling sharply as Mink’s other hand was in his hair, pulling, tugging, controlling him. The mixture of pain and pleasure was so enormous Aoba was beside himself.
“You are such a slut,” Mink’s voice was throaty, sending flares of awareness through Aoba’s numb and sluggish body. It made him want to hear him call him that more.
Licking his kiss bruised lip, Aoba dug his fingernails into the leather coat covering Mink’s shoulder as he ground down on the knee, “Call me that again,” he chuckled, his voice raspy.
Mink’s gaze sent another spark of liquid heat through him as the man took a firm grip to his chin, honey gaze staring at him with such passion that it caused him to shiver in anticipation, his cock throbbing to the erratic beat of his heart. Mink roughly traced his thumb along Aoba’s bottom lip, noticing the slightly darker hue the tender membrane had taken from their rough kissing. It was a passing afterthought as he stuck his thumb into Aoba’s mouth, Aoba moaned complacently, panting heavily, Mink tightening his grip on his throat once more.
He brushed his nose along Aoba’s jawline, following soon with a flick of his tongue, meeting Aoba’s eyes levelly. “Whore,” he watched as the word elicited more pleasure in Aoba than the asphyxiation was causing him. Mink felt his own erection twitch at the euphoric look on Aoba’s face.
In an instant, he released his hold and stepped back abruptly, kicking trash out of his way as Aoba’s legs gave out, sluggishly leaning against the wall, staring up at him with a sinful gaze. Mink wiped at his lips with the back of his hand, the other fiddling with his belt.
Watching his movements like a predator, Aoba cupped himself, massaging his pulsing erection through his jeans to ease the ache that had started to build. Mink stared at him, the hum and beat of the club’s music muffled by the brick wall was the only sound that filtered through the air between them. Aoba panted, his head thick and foggy as his numb fingers mimicked Mink’s and started undoing his own jeans.
“Pathetic,” Mink sneered, reaching down to grab Aoba by the top of his head, fingers digging angrily into his hair and yanking him up to a standing position. “You would do that while standing in trash?” Aoba whimpered, his jeans sagging on his hips, his hands having left them in favor of quickly and messily undoing Mink’s.
“Want it that bad, huh,” he mumbled, loosening his grip on the blue hair, which allowed Aoba to drop back to his knees as he dropped Mink’s pants, the shaft of Mink’s erection springing free. Aoba moaned, low and guttural, mindless aroused that Mink had been commando the whole time. The blue haired male was hardly hesitant as he took hold of the luscious full member in his balmy hands. “Suck it.”
Aoba’s head was full of Mink’s heady cinnamon musk as he took the head of the man’s cock into the moist heat of his mouth. Mink tightened his fist in Aoba’s hair, “Suck it hard, you bitch,” he hissed through clenched teeth, making Aoba moan even more.
The taste of Mink was absolute heaven to him, enough so that he couldn’t stop himself from reaching into his own underwear, fingers circling around his throbbing arousal. Bobbing his head, Aoba took as much of him as he could handle, but Mink wasn’t satisfied, “Do it right,” he growled, thrusting his hips forward. Aoba choked, and slurped down the saliva that had started to trickle down his chin.
“Mm,” Aoba pulled himself free and timed his strokes on himself to those of the motions of each bob of his head. He was starving for any sort of release, aching to the point of explosion. Aoba wasn’t himself, but it didn’t matter.
All that did was this moment, this intense feeling of pleasure.
His toes curled in his shoes, panting, he blearily blinked up at Mink, who had closed his eyes against his own pleasure. The erotic sight of looking up caused Aoba’s muscles to tighten. Seconds later, a searing bare fire escaped him, splattering his thighs and hand with his hot seed.
He didn’t have time to regain his breath between bobs of his head and thrusts of Mink’s hips, when Mink grabbed the sides of his head and held him motionless as he filled his throat. “Fuck,” it was a low, guttural drawn of that one word that had Aoba’s mind reeling. Aoba coughed, choking down the burning liquid as some cum trickled down his chin as Mink pulled free of his mouth.
“Mi--nk,” Aoba muttered, staring up at him with an exhausted stare, the numbness that had been eating away at his senses finally stirred the headache back into full effect. With his vision swimming, Aoba fell sideways to the ground, cheek pressed to the slimy, cold concrete. It was enough to calm the heat that had taken over his body.
“That’s not a place for you to sleep,” Mink said.
Aoba waved his hand weakly, the high finally draining from him, “Just a little…”
Mink watched as he hiked up his pants, his sneer not even present on his emotionless face.
If there was an emotion there, it would have be accustomed to that of regret.
Originally Posted to: dmmd_kink_meme on January 3, 2014.
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Mink/Sly Blue
Word Count: 1,779
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Rating: NC-17
Warning: asphyxiation, pwp, face fucking, public indecency
Summary: Aoba is unfortunately getting high on lights when Mink forcibly saves him.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: I'm de-anoning this after a week or so.
Prompt: dmmd_kink_meme : Mink/Aoba - kiss
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“What’s wrong with… me?” Aoba moaned out, his voice coated with a twinge of pleasure even as his skull filled with a throbbing pain. Strobe lights flickered and changed colors, raising and falling with the pounding of the music. Heat starts to pool in his body as he closed his eyes against the lights which only intensified their effects.
“Ugh,” Aoba whimpered gripping the sides of his head to block out the music, but he could feel it reverberating in his chest, causing the heat to strengthen, making him moan louder, his voice getting swept away from him. Staggering against the bodies that grinded and danced, sending more heat coursing through him with each brush of sweaty skin that touched him, the blue haired male finally stumbled against on the of bass speakers. Sick beyond comparison, Aoba’s body felt foreign to him, the temperature that had settled in his lower abdomen was even to make him drop to his knees, which only made him hold on tighter to the speaker as the music thrummed hard.
He tried to blink, to bring clarity back to his senses, yet it was impossible. Aoba inhaled sharply, his nose acute to the scent of the sticky heat that clung to the people on the dance floor. “This… isn’t… right…” he whimpered, groaning into his hand.
A hand tightened into a fist in the material of his shirt and dragged him to a standing position roughly, causing him to whine in protest, blinking past the lights that continued to strobe and flicker through the crowd. Somewhere they had turned on a fog machine and the lasers that danced along the ceiling flashed through the smoke in a seductive fashion, only causing the heat to tighten in Aoba’s belly.
“Pathetic,” he heard the voice.
Gruff and deep. Aoba moaned, his head falling back as his body finally gave in to the music that filled his body with a hot cascading fire.
He felt himself being pulled against a hard chest as he was lifted up into the air. Aoba found himself laughing hoarsely, his body tingled and felt numb from his fingers to his toes.
“I feel amazing,” Aoba muttered out with another laugh.
Through the loud bass Aoba heard the gruff voice, “You’re high. It won’t last.”
“But I feel so… amazing…” Aoba panted, his chest tight, the strobe lights danced across his face and he moaned out, once again falling limp in the strong arms that carried him weightless into the heavy fog that he had now grown accustomed to.
Once minute his senses was reeling from the lights and music and the then next, everything felt muted and muffled as the heavy metal door slammed shut behind them. Fresh air hit him in a rush, Aoba gripped his head weakly, still laughing.
He was dropped unceremoniously into a pile of bagged garbage, his rescuer sneering down at him, “Get up and focus,” Mink’s honey gaze was piercing and stern. Aoba blinked blearily, laughing through the fog. Gritting his teeth, Mink grabbed Aoba by the collar again and hauled him, slamming him into the grimy wall of the club. “You think this is funny?”
Aoba swallowed thickly, his saffron eyes lidded, thick eyelashes caressing the tops of his cheeks every time he blinked. The heat pooled and congealed in his system, and he felt the effects of the high pressed between them as Mink leaned in closer, eyes narrowed. Mink glanced down at the obvious bulge that strained the zipper of Aoba’s jeans, the blood that pumped down to it forced it to throb and twitch subtly.
Mink lifted his grip to Aoba’s throat and tightened, who only moaned out, before biting his bottom lip in ecstasy. “You like getting that high on the lights?” he asked, his voice strangely husky to his own ears. The blue haired male didn’t respond, only licked his dry lips with the tip of his tongue.
He didn’t ask as he plunged in, pressing his mouth to Aoba’s in hard line, only causing the boy to moan even as Mink tightened his hold on his throat, panting out, “More… more…”
“Pathetically begging like that,” Mink growled, molding their lips together, tilting his head just enough to allow himself a better angle to deepen the kiss. Aoba’s arms wound around his neck, lithe fingers tangling and gripping tightly in his hair, pulling him more against him. “Slut,” he whispered, the rush of excitement took over, the moist lips that brushed hungrily against his was enough to tip him over the edge.
Aoba moaned and Mink seized the opportunity to delve his tongue past the tender satin lips that all but welcomed him. The kiss turned haphazard as teeth scraped, tongues lashed together angrily, Aoba panted in breathless want, saliva trailing from the corners of his mouth. Mink rhythmically squeezed at his throat, releasing and tightening, forcing Aoba into a heightened sense of euphoria than the lights had put him in, tears gathered in his eyes, but it was too good too fast. And he was loving it.
The towering man’s knee was lifted and Aoba couldn’t help but grind down against it, seeking some added pleasure. When Mink allowed him a second of air, Aoba exhaled on a low grown, before inhaling sharply as Mink’s other hand was in his hair, pulling, tugging, controlling him. The mixture of pain and pleasure was so enormous Aoba was beside himself.
“You are such a slut,” Mink’s voice was throaty, sending flares of awareness through Aoba’s numb and sluggish body. It made him want to hear him call him that more.
Licking his kiss bruised lip, Aoba dug his fingernails into the leather coat covering Mink’s shoulder as he ground down on the knee, “Call me that again,” he chuckled, his voice raspy.
Mink’s gaze sent another spark of liquid heat through him as the man took a firm grip to his chin, honey gaze staring at him with such passion that it caused him to shiver in anticipation, his cock throbbing to the erratic beat of his heart. Mink roughly traced his thumb along Aoba’s bottom lip, noticing the slightly darker hue the tender membrane had taken from their rough kissing. It was a passing afterthought as he stuck his thumb into Aoba’s mouth, Aoba moaned complacently, panting heavily, Mink tightening his grip on his throat once more.
He brushed his nose along Aoba’s jawline, following soon with a flick of his tongue, meeting Aoba’s eyes levelly. “Whore,” he watched as the word elicited more pleasure in Aoba than the asphyxiation was causing him. Mink felt his own erection twitch at the euphoric look on Aoba’s face.
In an instant, he released his hold and stepped back abruptly, kicking trash out of his way as Aoba’s legs gave out, sluggishly leaning against the wall, staring up at him with a sinful gaze. Mink wiped at his lips with the back of his hand, the other fiddling with his belt.
Watching his movements like a predator, Aoba cupped himself, massaging his pulsing erection through his jeans to ease the ache that had started to build. Mink stared at him, the hum and beat of the club’s music muffled by the brick wall was the only sound that filtered through the air between them. Aoba panted, his head thick and foggy as his numb fingers mimicked Mink’s and started undoing his own jeans.
“Pathetic,” Mink sneered, reaching down to grab Aoba by the top of his head, fingers digging angrily into his hair and yanking him up to a standing position. “You would do that while standing in trash?” Aoba whimpered, his jeans sagging on his hips, his hands having left them in favor of quickly and messily undoing Mink’s.
“Want it that bad, huh,” he mumbled, loosening his grip on the blue hair, which allowed Aoba to drop back to his knees as he dropped Mink’s pants, the shaft of Mink’s erection springing free. Aoba moaned, low and guttural, mindless aroused that Mink had been commando the whole time. The blue haired male was hardly hesitant as he took hold of the luscious full member in his balmy hands. “Suck it.”
Aoba’s head was full of Mink’s heady cinnamon musk as he took the head of the man’s cock into the moist heat of his mouth. Mink tightened his fist in Aoba’s hair, “Suck it hard, you bitch,” he hissed through clenched teeth, making Aoba moan even more.
The taste of Mink was absolute heaven to him, enough so that he couldn’t stop himself from reaching into his own underwear, fingers circling around his throbbing arousal. Bobbing his head, Aoba took as much of him as he could handle, but Mink wasn’t satisfied, “Do it right,” he growled, thrusting his hips forward. Aoba choked, and slurped down the saliva that had started to trickle down his chin.
“Mm,” Aoba pulled himself free and timed his strokes on himself to those of the motions of each bob of his head. He was starving for any sort of release, aching to the point of explosion. Aoba wasn’t himself, but it didn’t matter.
All that did was this moment, this intense feeling of pleasure.
His toes curled in his shoes, panting, he blearily blinked up at Mink, who had closed his eyes against his own pleasure. The erotic sight of looking up caused Aoba’s muscles to tighten. Seconds later, a searing bare fire escaped him, splattering his thighs and hand with his hot seed.
He didn’t have time to regain his breath between bobs of his head and thrusts of Mink’s hips, when Mink grabbed the sides of his head and held him motionless as he filled his throat. “Fuck,” it was a low, guttural drawn of that one word that had Aoba’s mind reeling. Aoba coughed, choking down the burning liquid as some cum trickled down his chin as Mink pulled free of his mouth.
“Mi--nk,” Aoba muttered, staring up at him with an exhausted stare, the numbness that had been eating away at his senses finally stirred the headache back into full effect. With his vision swimming, Aoba fell sideways to the ground, cheek pressed to the slimy, cold concrete. It was enough to calm the heat that had taken over his body.
“That’s not a place for you to sleep,” Mink said.
Aoba waved his hand weakly, the high finally draining from him, “Just a little…”
Mink watched as he hiked up his pants, his sneer not even present on his emotionless face.
If there was an emotion there, it would have be accustomed to that of regret.
Originally Posted to: dmmd_kink_meme on January 3, 2014.