Kinktober 2023
Day 16: Hiro/Dagger/Ivarr--Public
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“Keep a better eye on this one.”
Ivarr isn’t escorted out, as much as he’s dropped into his arms, a shiny bruise already forming on his cheek.
“Thanks.” The bouncer jumps visibly, the third member of their little group strolling out from behind him, smugly self-satisfied, as if this was entirely his orchestrating. “We can take him from here.”
“Not taking me anywhere.”
Realizing that they’re more trouble than they’re worth, the bouncer stalks back towards the club, an annoyed wave of his hand.
He waits until the man goes back inside before rounding on the two of them.
“Really? I liked that place.”
Ivarr’s expression sharpens—impossible to be mistaken for kindness, despite the delicate grip he has on him.
“Didn’t like how he was looking at you.”
“He was looking at both of you gonks. Hoping he didn’t have to rescue the poor bastard.”
Even as he argues, he’s aware he’s being led, shoulder to shoulder with the two of them, a sheltered alley behind the club, allows him to be pressed back against Dagger, leaning into his touch, the man’s arm slipping around his waist easily, voice silky against his ear.
“Rescue? As if you didn’t want us.”
And he knows, as much as he’d like to argue, tell them they’re wrong, be petulant for the sake of it, he can’t school his voice into something convincing—knows they’d be able to tell he’s lying the second it left his lips. He isn’t given a chance to speak, lips captured in a bruising kiss, Ivarr’s leg slotting between his knees, something he can’t help but grind against. There’s a risk of getting caught, and it just makes it all the sweeter—the idea of being on display for anyone else to see. Ivarr tugs away, a gleam in his eyes.
“Felt you twitch brat. Go on, tell us what you’re thinking of.”
“Got kicked out, remember?”
“We’re not in the club anymore. He can’t do shit.”
A set of hands explore under his shirt, a hiss at the rush of cold against his skin, cybernetics an icy contrast, heat sparking at the tug on a piercing.
“Go on, Kitten, you had so much to say before”
It’s simultaneously too much, and not enough, caught between them, able to read him effortlessly—almost better than he can.
The sound of fabric tearing hits his ears, night air chilly against his bare thighs—an indignant, furious noise slipping out.
“Suit you better this way.”
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(Ft. @dreamskug's Ivarr and @wraithsoutlaws's Dagger 🖤🖤)
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Happy belated Valentines Day
Seven and Hiro <3
Hiro is @therealnightcity stunning oc
Seven is @cayennenpopsicles gorgeous oc
credit for Sevens face texture goes to both Praxatics and Almico (links to nexus)
credit for Sevens tattoo textures goes to @kala-hira
Seven and Hiro conversion + render made by Lonerpunk
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