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Mink had been busy as of late. So busy that he was often already out the door when Aoba woke up in the morning, greeted by a bed that was too large for him on his own. When he would return, the sun had already dipped far below the horizon, and the dinner that Aoba prepared was already cold.
Aoba could handle his busier schedule. He had plenty of things to keep him occupied in the meantime, like his part time job, or working on the bracelets Mink had been teaching him how to weave.
He was a grown man, and he didn’t need Mink’s attention at all hours of the day.
So, why was it that his heart ached so much in his absence?
These feelings were exactly how Aoba ended up sulking under the covers even while Mink was home.
Today was a rare day off for Mink. Aoba had been awoken gently by his calloused fingers stroking through his hair, huddled in his embrace that was so comforting he was nearly lulled back to sleep. Once Mink finally convinced Aoba to get up, Aoba made breakfast for the both of them, overjoyed to finally be able to set the table for two.
After breakfast was ate and cleaned up, Aoba was hoping they’d be able to spend a bit of… quality time together. It’d been too long since they’d last indulged in each other’s bodies, and Aoba found himself craving Mink’s touch, so gentle these days that he was always worked into a puddle of mush by the end of it.
Instead, though, Mink settled down on the couch with a book in hand, reading glasses resting low on his nose. Aoba sat down next to him with a book of his own and Ren curled up on his lap, hoping that with time, he’d find an opening to initiate something.
He did not.
No matter how he stretched his body, accidentally knocking Ren off of the couch at one point, he was unable to tempt Mink even in the slightest. The most he got was a gentle scolding from Mink, telling him to stop squirming so much and to settle down. His overdramatic sigh in response only got a soft pat on the head before Mink returned his attention to his book, his touch entirely innocent with no underlying motives.
Aoba ended up getting so irritated that he left his book (the one that he didn’t even read a page of in his scheming) on the coffee table and picked Ren up. “I’m gonna take a nap,” he said as he stood, not bothering to hide his displeasure.
Mink glanced up at him for a moment. “Alright.”
Mink’s lackluster reply only fueled Aoba’s irritation, so he had to hold himself back from practically stomping off to Mink’s room. Once there, he threw himself under the covers, practically suffocating Ren in his arms.
Aoba wanted Mink so bad that it hurt. He knew that Mink did better with direct proclamations rather than subtle hints, but Aoba still struggled with putting his desires into words. It embarrassed him, so it was easier to pout in silence rather than telling Mink that he wanted to have sex outright.
“Aoba.” Ren’s deep voice pulled Aoba away from his sulking and back to the present.
Aoba groaned to let Ren know he was listening.
“If something is bothering you, you should tell Mink.” Ren squirmed until Aoba loosened his arms, scooting up Aoba’s body to press his forehead against his cheek.
The affection lightened Aoba’s mood, even if only by a little. He lifted a hand, scratching behind Ren’s ear and watching fondly as he leaned into the touch. “Easier said than done.”
“Could you tell me?” Ren asked. “It might be easier if you practice saying it with me first.”
Aoba’s cheeks flared up at this and he shook his head aggressively. “Absolutely not.”
Ren’s ears fell, and Aoba smiled apologetically. “Sorry, Ren. It’s just not appropriate for your ears.”
“Ah, I see.”
The conversation died there. Aoba continued sulking in silence, passing the time by stroking Ren’s fluffy fur.
Would it really be so bad if he talked to Mink about it?
He’d been getting better at not flustering at every little thing these days, better at voicing his needs when they came up instead of just hoping Mink would get the hint. He wanted Mink, and he was sure that Mink wouldn’t deny him. So, what was the harm in being honest?
He thought about it for a little while longer, steeling his nerves and solidifying his resolve. Deciding to get a move on with it before his confidence dissolved, he slipped out of bed, making sure to put Ren to sleep before he left.
Aoba padded back out to the living room, smiling shyly when Mink’s attention shifted from his book and up to him. “That was a short nap,” he observed.
Aoba hummed, tracing his fingers along the couch as he walked around the back of it, placing his hands on Mink’s shoulders. “I couldn’t fall asleep.”
Mink tilted his head over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow at Aoba’s choice of location. Aoba smiled again, leaning over to slink his arms around his neck. “I missed you,” he began, purposefully aiming his words into Mink’s ear.
Mink took a measured breath, almost as though he were wondering what to do with Aoba. “I missed you, too,” he responded after a few short moments of silence.
“I want attention.” Those weren’t the words Aoba had intended to say, but when he opened his mouth, they spilled out uncontrollably. His cheeks became hot, but he soldiered on and didn’t back away.
Mink lifted a hand, stroking Aoba’s forearm. “I’m tired. We can do something tonight.”
It wasn’t a rejection, and usually, Aoba would’ve been placated by the promise for later. However, at that moment, he wasn’t feeling very lenient. His indecisiveness from earlier had vanished, embarrassment shoved to the back of his mind to deal with later. He missed Mink, and he would do anything to feel his hands on his skin.
“Mink,” he whined, dragging out his name for emphasis. “I want it now.” Without giving Mink a moment to respond, he stood up straight and walked around the front of the couch. Removing the book from Mink’s lap, Aoba straddled his strong thighs and settled down as if he belonged there. Which, to be fair, he did.
Mink’s face twisted a bit, but his hands still ended up on Aoba’s hips, his thumbs rubbing slow circles into the bone. “You can’t wait a couple hours?”
Aoba shook his head vehemently, a petulant pout forming on his features. “I’ve already waited for so long, you’ve been so busy.”
Mink sighed, clearly becoming a little fed up with Aoba’s antics. “I have been busy, which is why I want to rest for a while.”
“Can’t you rest later?” Aoba leaned forward, pushing his lips against the line of Mink’s neck. He placed a smattering of kisses on his neck, tracing up to his jaw and ending on the corner of his lips. “I need you.”
After a beat, Mink took off his reading glasses and folded the arms closed. Aoba smirked to himself, knowing that meant he was getting what he wanted.
Aoba sat back a bit, putting a little distance between their faces. “So?” He asked, smiling in that way he learned with time that Mink was weak to.
He yelped and hooked his ankles around Mink’s waist in a panic when he suddenly stood. “You’re such a brat,” Mink scolded, and Aoba shivered.
Mink carried Aoba to his bedroom, setting Aoba down on the bed so gently that it belied the irritation that Aoba was sure had to be simmering in his veins. Mink moved Ren to a pillow on the floor that Aoba had placed specifically for him a while back, double checking that he was in sleep mode before returning to Aoba.
Mink sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his lap twice. “Come,” he requested, though Aoba knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Not when Aoba had purposefully riled him up.
Knowing exactly what was coming, Aoba situated himself over Mink’s lap, stomach down. He curled his fingers into the sheets, tilting his hips to push his ass up further. Mink sighed, stroking a hand over Aoba’s still clothed ass. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Oh, you know,” Aoba teased, pressing the side of his face into the sheets while sending a provocative glance over his shoulder.
They’ve played this game a couple of times, now.
Mink was against it, at first. Ever since Aoba chased him down, forcing a spot in Mink’s quiet life to open up and slot himself inside, Mink had made sure to only ever touch Aoba with the most tender affections. Aoba could understand where Mink was coming from, and he basked in whatever love Mink let him experience. It was a sign that Mink had opened his heart up once more, and Aoba was the lucky man who managed to make it happen.
Though, with the more time they spent enriching eachother’s lives, the more comfortable Aoba became. That led to the return of a trait that Aoba had almost forgotten about.
His attitude.
Aoba had an attitude problem, and he’d dealt with it for most of his life. He could be snarky and short tempered, and said traits got him into trouble many times in the past.
For a long while with Mink, though, with the exception of some embarrassing moments when he acted out while begging Mink to stop rejecting him, he was quite well behaved. He was sweet and docile, at least in comparison to the fiery attitude he sported prior.
That was, until Aoba fully settled in. These days, he knew Mink like the back of his hand. He knew what made him tick, knew what got him going. He used that to his advantage when he wanted something, and it didn’t take long for Mink to catch on to his little bird’s sneaky ways.
So, even though on most days, Mink let Aoba’s misbehavior slide, there were times like these where he felt like it was imperative to put Aoba back in his place.
Aoba reveled in it every single time.
Back to the present, Mink pulled down Aoba’s pants and briefs with a harsh tug, leaving them around Aoba’s thighs to restrict his movement. Aoba’s cock, which was already half hard, was pressed up against Mink’s pants, the rough texture slightly painful but still sent pleasurable tingles throughout Aoba’s hips.
Mink groped at Aoba’s ass, his large hand encasing him easily. “Ten will do for today,” Mink stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Aoba nodded, a self satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lip. “Okay,” he agreed.
Mink raised his hand, paused, and then let it come down on Aoba’s cheek. Hard. Aoba gasped at the impact, his back curling in an attempt to get away. “No. You asked for this.” Mink pressed down on Aoba’s lower back, forcing him back into the position he was in just moments earlier.
Moments later, Mink’s hand came down again, this time on Aoba’s other cheek. Aoba couldn’t stop himself from moaning, his dick now fully hard and rutting against Mink’s leg with every hit. His ass stung, and he knew this was only the beginning.
Mink alternated sides with each slap, taking a small moment inbetween them to soothe Aoba’s sore cheeks with gentle caresses. Aoba had to bite down on the knuckle of his index finger in an attempt to quiet himself down, but it didn’t do too much in the end.
The closer Mink got to ten, the harder it became for Aoba to handle it. Tears were pricking the corners of his eyes, his cock was leaking precum all over Mink’s pants, his ass hurt so bad. Aoba had lost count in his head, and it felt like his punishment would never end.
Before Mink’s hand made contact again, Aoba broke down.
“Mink, Mink, I can’t do it,” Aoba sobbed, his tears finally teetering over the edge and rolling down his cheeks. He propped himself up on his forearms, sending a pleading look towards Mink over his shoulder.
Mink clicked his tongue, running his fingers through Aoba’s hair affectionately. “You can handle it. There’s only two left.”
Aoba collapsed back onto the bed, burying his face into the sheets and wetting them with his tears. “I can’t, I can’t.”
“I’ll reward you when we’re done,” Mink said, and Aoba relaxed almost immediately.
He sniffled, reluctantly turning his face to the side again. “Okay,” he acquiesced, wiggling his hips.
Nine.
Aoba let out a choked sob, his body lurching forward from the force of Mink’s hand. He was dangerously close to cumming just from this, but he tightened his stomach and forced himself to hold it together.
Ten.
Within moments after the final hit landed, Mink gathered up Aoba’s shaking form in his arms easily, settling him down on his lap. Aoba threw his arms around Mink’s shoulders and buried his face in his neck, fighting the urge to rut his hips against Mink’s abdomen.
“You did so good,” Mink praised, kissing whatever part of Aoba’s head he could reach.
Aoba hummed, slowly melting into Mink’s strong hold.
“Do you want your reward now?”
Instead of answering verbally, Aoba lifted his head from the safety of Mink’s neck and crashed their lips together with little elegance. Mink’s hands had sufficiently unraveled him, turning him into something that only knew how to be a vessel for pleasure.
Aoba could feel Mink’s lips curve upwards slightly before he returned the kiss with equal passion, guiding Aoba until they were properly making out instead of just smushing their lips together.
Without disconnecting their lips, Mink slowly maneuvered their bodies until Aoba was lying flat on his back. When Mink finally pulled away, Aoba was left gasping for air, and all he could do was watch as Mink slowly undressed him until he was laid fully bare.
“Mink,” he began, reaching a hand up to bury his fingers in Mink’s soft locks. “Hurry up.”
Mink made an exasperated sound, but he was still smiling fondly. “Even after all of that, you’re still so demanding.”
Aoba huffed stubbornly, hooking his free hand under his thigh and exposing himself for Mink. His ass burned from where it was pressed into the sheets, but he didn’t care. “It’s your fault. You made me this way.”
Aoba noticed the slightest bit of pink forming on Mink’s cheeks, and he felt pride rush through him because of it. “Needy little thing,” Mink breathed, leaning over him to grab the small container that he kept on the nightstand.
He took off the lid, and the sweet, pleasant scent almost immediately invaded Aoba’s nostrils. Aoba took a deep breath as Mink scooped two fingers into the substance, placing the container to the side once he was content with the amount he had. Mink offered his fingers to Aoba, and Aoba opened his mouth without protest.
Aoba sucked on his fingers like he was indulging in the sweetest dessert, his eyes glazed over and half lidded. The oil melted down quickly, and Mink pulled out his fingers soon after, situating them at Aoba’s entrance.
As though he were still punishing Aoba for his earlier behavior, he pushed in both fingers at once, but Aoba’s body sucked them in easily. A small spurt of precum landed on his stomach and his back arched, hoping to push his fingers in deeper.
Aoba chanted Mink’s name like a prayer as he began to pump them in and out, his hands scrambling to grab onto the pillow beneath his head. He rolled his hips with every thrust, meeting his thick digits without fail. “Mink, please, I want it now,” he begged, tapping his heel on Mink’s lower back.
Mink ignored him, scissoring and twisting his fingers until Aoba’s legs were shaking. Aoba let out a frustrated groan and moved, forcing Mink’s fingers to slip out of him. Rolling over onto his stomach, Aoba propped himself up on his knees, pushing his reddened ass in the air. “Now,” he demanded.
“You and that attitude of yours,” Mink scolded, even as Aoba heard the shuffling of his clothing being removed behind him. After another moment, Mink grabbed ahold of Aoba’s hip with one hand and held onto the back of his neck with the other. “Is this okay?”
“Yes, Mink, just— fuck!” Aoba cut himself off with a shout when Mink sheathed himself inside, his body forced to acclimate to his size in an instant. It didn’t hurt, but Aoba still felt stretched to his limits.
“Take responsibility,” was all Mink said before he began to drive his hips into Aoba at a pace that made his eyes water.
Thanks to everything they’d done before this, Aoba was already a disaster, legs only kept upright due to Mink’s tight grip. Aoba held onto the pillow below his head for dear life, crying out everytime Mink bottomed out again. It was everything he wanted, everything he needed.
To feel Mink like this after too much time passed with unintentional abstinence felt like a dream, one that Aoba never wanted to wake up from.
Mink draped his body over Aoba’s back and adjusted the angle of his hips, searching for the place he knew all too well these days. Aoba’s back arched like a bow and his entire body tensed when he found it, his lips parted on a silent scream.
“Mink,” Aoba sobbed, reaching a hand behind to grab ahold of the back of Mink’s neck, forcing him to stay close.
Despite how tired Mink said he was, his thrusts were almost animalistic in nature. Aoba believed he was tired, he had to be with how much he’d been working, but Mink always struggled to say no to him.
With his other hand, Aoba attempted to reach for his weeping cock, but Mink stopped him by grabbing his wrist and pinning it to the bed. Aoba squirmed, pleading for Mink to let him cum, but Mink didn’t budge.
“You can cum like this,” Mink said into Aoba’s ear, his voice low and gravelly.
Aoba opened his mouth to protest, but all that came out was a choked moan when Mink hit his prostate again. Mink was right, though. He’d been teetering on and off the edge since the beginning, and now, more than before, he could feel the sensation inbetween his hips swelling to the point of no return.
“I’m so, I’m so close,” Aoba babbled, pushing his ass back to meet Mink’s thrusts as best as he could with how jelly-like the lower half of his body felt. His ass stung everytime the slap of skin rang throughout the room, but the pain was only adding to the mind numbing pleasure in an odd sort of way.
Mink said nothing, but he kept up with his aggressive rhythm, a silent cue that it was okay for Aoba to let go.
Mink hit his prostate a couple more times and Aoba’s vision went white, an uncontrollable sob ripping itself from his throat. He made a mess of the bed, his body becoming limp like a wet noodle as his cock softened. Mink held him up, though, fucking into Aoba until his hips stuttered and he spilled inside of Aoba with a deep groan. The sound made Aoba’s cock twitch valiantly.
Mink slipped out, and Aoba whined, finally collapsing face first onto the bed. His stomach was sticky now, but his mind was in too much of a daze to care.
“I’m the one who did all the work, and yet look at you,” Mink teased, rolling Aoba onto his back slowly.
Aoba groaned, blinking sleepily up at Mink. “I’m ready for a nap now,” he finally spoke, voice hoarse from overuse.
“I’m going to clean you up first,” Mink shot back, and Aoba smiled.
Aoba let Mink do whatever he pleased, savoring the feeling of his large hands touching all over his body while he was wiped down. Mink rolled him over to his stomach once he was done up front, rubbing a soothing ointment on his ass.
When Mink was done, Aoba practically forced him to lay down, slotting himself into his side. “Nap time,” he mumbled, his head pillowed on Mink’s chest.
Mink sighed, but he wrapped his arms around Aoba’s frame, holding him close.
Aoba was too spoiled.