#mhin clenching their fist: you dont understand my burden...... i am cursed to be horny....

[afterdulce]

hold me until everything is ash on my tongue.

summary: mhin hasn't shown up in town for a few days. concerned, you visit them, only to discover they're plagued by a certain infliction you can help them with.

notes: 1.7k words, literally just about mhin going into heat bc we have to put their monster affliction to good use yk, some marking, dry-humping, this is my sub mhin agenda

Mhin hasn’t been in town for the past several days.

It shouldn’t be surprising; like an alley cat, they come and go as they please, too elusive to track down unless they want to be found. No one else seems particularly worried, either. When you ask Kuras, he simply gives you a gentle, inscrutable stare.

“They’ll be back before long,” he says.

But that’s not enough to abate your worries. There’s an odd feeling poking at the back of your brain, saying that something isn’t right. Mhin lives alone; if something were to happen to them, it would be too late by the time somebody noticed. They get into their fair share of scrapes, too. You’ve seen them wobbling into Kuras’s clinic, blood seeping through their clothes.

Besides, the truth is that you’re a little lonely when they’re not around. Who else is there to tease and bump elbows with at the bar? No one can take their place.

It’s with those thoughts swirling in your mind that you screw up your courage and head to the location of one of their hideouts.

They had given you the information about their various little hideouts on a strictly confidential basis– “I have several places around the city. This is one of them. We can talk in private here. Stop grinning, it doesn’t mean anything–” on the pain of death if you told anyone else. They might not even be there, but it would at least soothe some of your worries if you still tried to see if they were there.

Pocketing some oranges (if they were sick, fresh fruit would do wonders, even if it is a bit above your price range), you step through the streets, keeping your head down, heading through winding alleys and twisting streets until you reach a non-descript door, tucked into a cobblestoned corner.

You knock on the door. “Mhin?” you ask softly as you can.

Silence. Then, an odd thump.

They were there, after all! Your heart leaps. “Hey, it’s just me. No else is here,” you say quietly. “I was worried about you, and—”

“Go away.” Their voice is strained, which dulls the snarl in their voice. Something thumps against the door again.

You pause. “Hey, are you okay? You don’t sound like you’re doing so well.”

“You need to leave,” they hiss. How badly were they faring, to sound like his? Your pocketful of oranges are a poor remedy to whatever inflicts them, and it must be serious.

“I’m not going to leave if you’re sick,” you say. “It’s been days. How long have you been in there? Do you need Kuras? I’m not leaving until you’re okay. If you need help, then I want to help you–”

At your last words, the door wrenches open, and something snakes around your wrist and yanks you in. You stumble as the door closes behind you with a soft click. You squint in the soft darkness of the room– you can’t make anything out. It’s all smudges and blurs, with only the faintest edge of sunlight trickling through the curtained window.

“You shouldn’t have come,” Mhin says lowly. It sounds like their voice is right by your ear, but you can’t sense their presence at all. Where are they? “Why did you come?”

“I was worried,” you say. “I missed you, you know? I brought some fruit, in case it would help, but…”

Their breath hitches at your words. “You are so irritating. I don’t… need your help.”

“Then why did you let me in?” Your annoyance spikes at their tone. Even on their best days, they were prickly, but something feels different. There’s a fragile edge to their voice, like a thread stretching to the point of breaking. “I’m serious, Mhin. I want to help you.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Then help me understand,” you say.

Something shoves you against the wall. It’s Mhin. Their hands are on your shoulders, grip as tight as a hawk with its prey, and you can barely breathe. They’re close– so close that you can almost make out their face in the darkness. There’s a sheen of sweat coating their reddened face, and their eyes are glassy. Their breath comes in short little pants.

“I… This is something you can’t help me with, do you understand? It’s not– it wouldn’t be fair,” they say, words spilling out of them like overflowing water from a cup. “Why are you always like this? Poking your nose where it doesn’t belong? How foolish are you? If you hadn’t come, I could have just– ridden it out. I could have just– thought of you– and it wouldn’t be so bad– but if you’re here in person, I… You ruin everything.”

Your heart thumps in your chest, a strange little tottering beat. Mhin leans in closer, their nose brushing against your neck. “Mhin…” you whisper tenderly, and they shudder.

The thumping of your heart isn’t because you’re not scared. You’re excited, and your neck burns where they nuzzle against you incoherently, as if they’re not aware of what they’re doing. You’ve read about this sort of thing before, and if you’re guessing right, you know precisely what’s ailing them. It’s no disease after all.

“Go back. Now,” they say.

“What if I don’t want to?” you say. “I said I want to help you, in any way possible. Including this. I mean that.”

They fall silent. There’s nothing but the sound of your rabbiting heart, and their little gasping breaths. Their nose traces cold trails along your neck, and you tilt your head to the side to grant them more purchase.

“You… This isn’t something you do lightly,” they warn. “This is your last time to take it back.”

“I don’t want to take it back,” you whisper. “I mean it. I mean, er– I would also feel bad if I was taking advantage of you, if you’re in this state. I’ve read about this before, and being in heat can befuddle some reasoning abilities–”

They laugh, a short, raspy sound. “Advantage? That’s ridiculous. You drive me insane. I’ve… dreamed about you fucking me ever since you first step foot in this stupid city.”

Your face heats at their words; it’s not like Mhin to be so straightforward, but any comments you can make are swallowed by their desperate lips on yours. You’re not sure you can call it a kiss, not when you’re pressing against you so urgently, nibbling and sucking on your lips. It’s hard to breathe when they won’t relent for even a second, as if they’re afraid you’ll slip away if you do. They run their tongue along the bottom of your lip, and your mouth parts. They slip their tongue inside your mouth, tasting you, tongue giving gentle licks that make your head spin. They could do this forever, you realize. But you can’t.

You slap their shoulders, pulling back for air. You’re gasping, but Mhin barely pauses before they press a string of kisses against the side of your neck like a choker. They suck, and your legs wobble.

Holy shit. Normally, you’re used to initiating everything with Mhin, so their sudden aggressiveness is… weird, to say the least. Not that you’re complaining at all. There’s something hot burning in your stomach at their reckless behavior, so uncharacteristically desperate and unreserved as they leave hickeys along your neck that are going to last for a while, judging from how hard they’re sucking.

They want you. They want you, and judging from what they’ve said, they’ve wanted you for so long you’re all they can think about during their heat. The knowledge makes you feel warm, and flattered, and very, very horny.

As if they notice your thoughts are drifting, Mhin bites onto the skin of your neck, and you moan, cheeks burning. Their bite borders on the edge between pleasure and pain.

“Pay attention,” they whine, jealousy lapping at the marks they’ve just made. “I’m… right here.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. They’re so cute. So cute, and needy. “Of course. Whatever you want,” you say. As much as you appreciate their forwardness, it wouldn’t be fun if they did all the work. You shift your leg between theirs, your thigh running along the warmth between their legs.

Their hands grip your shoulders again, fingers digging into your flesh as Mhin shamelessly grinds along your leg, chasing their release with abandon. It’s an instinctual shift, as if they need to be on you at all times, feeling every inch of your body.

“Mhin…” you whisper, running a hand through their hair. It flows like silver between your fingers, smooth and shining. “How often have you been thinking of me?”

“I…” They avert their eyes, even as they continue to rut along your thigh.

“Don’t get embarrassed,” you tease. “I think we’re past that.” You grind your thigh against their warmth for emphasis, which makes them let out a little breathy moan. Oh, you definitely need to hear that again.

“All the time,” they say, the truth spilling along with their pants and gasps. “All the damn time. When I touch myself, I pretend it’s you. It’s… never been this bad before. It’s all because of you. It’s all your fault. I… I thought it was… a dream, when you showed up. Like this. Offering to help.”

They shudder, and you grind your leg into them again, helping them ride you, and it’s not long before something sticky and wet soaks into your pants from the spot where Mhin is. Mhin looks hazy as they cum, mouth parted. Their cheeks are still red, and they barely wait a second to calm from their high before they’re trying to rub themselves against your thigh again. Their touch sends jolts of electricity along your skin; what you wouldn’t give to touch them directly, without your clothes in the way.

“Sorry, Mhin,” you tease, planting a kiss against their cheek that turns them into a vivid scarlet. “I didn’t realize I was affecting you that badly.”

“You’re… full of yourself.”

“Hey, hey.” You slip your hands alongside the belt holding up their pants, running a finger under the leather and snapping it slowly. “I promise I’ll help you out, okay? Like you said, it’s my fault. So I’ll make up for it.”

When they lift their eyes to meet yours, so needy, so desperate, your reflection the only thing you can see in their gaze, you let out an exhale. Oh, it’s going to be a long few days.