𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽, 𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙶𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙵𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃. the filth that surrounds them makes no difference to casper, his haunches folded as he kneels. the zydrate gun clicks, the spark illuminating his face, the dip of frank’s thigh. snapping one garter playfully with the tips of his fingers, casper glances up, watching frank’s face as the drug takes hold. instant pleasure is what he guarantees, the purity of what he sells falling off of the shelf and into his hands. geneco produces so much that he’s surprised no one else has had the idea —————— graverobber ( the way they touch and scratch in the dark ) alone seemed to be the only option. 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴. casper stands, hand reaching out to wrap around frank’s throat. he squeezes, tight and commanding. the agreement they have is simple; casper and his gracious giving, with frank constantly running up his tab with salacious promises. the cure flows through his veins, and yet they aren’t sweating —————— ❛❛ we need to talk about payment. ❜❜ his voice eats away like acid, burning and dangerous. gazing at frank, casper closes the distance slowly. palm leaves throat only to grasp jaw, thumb smearing lipstick before slipping between frank’s cherry - sweet lips. ❛❛ suck. i want to see that pretty mouth work. ❜❜ a demand, the words slicing the air and leaving it open, bleeding. 𝚅𝚄𝙻𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃.
LEATHER GLINTS & SHINES AGAINST POLLUTED MOONBEAMS, snaking up the partial length of long legs: skintight, inviting, echoing into the nighttime with every stalking step ( ECSTASY AWAITS ). he is all hard lines & sharp angles tonight, bright eyes cutting in a way that arrests any passerby, body drawn tight. routine becomes them, jacket falling open as the alleyway indulges, chipped polish pressing outward into brick to keep steady. GIVE ME WHAT I WANT, WHAT I DESERVE. body arches in time with the cold metal of the gun against warm skin ––– its dull click, the electric blue racing into veins, the sharp pop of garter where it lay high up on thigh. relief leaves agape mouth in a cherished breath, euphoria settling into every crevice of every bone, finally replacing the ache that had made a home there between hits. rush rages, & there are fingers against throat, feigned gasp strangled even as lipstick curls with a shameless obscenity, pressing tight ( ONLY EVER THE PHANTOM OF PAIN ). ❛❛ mm, what’s it going to be tonight? ❜❜ eyelids flicker under influence, voice lazy, silky at its edges ––– smoothed over by the z. PURE SENSATION. razor - sharp hunger, honeyed & set on fire: lips part, rose unfurling to oblige obediently, swallowing moans as fingers are welcomed. in return, fishnet knee finds its way between legs, vulgar in his affections. the rumble of a truck fades into the distance, as the prince recognizes red glow from a shadow lurking in the darkness. hazels slow to meet / greet, cast over shoulder, knowing & wicked. he lets fingers fall from mouth, but his own carve a careful, possessive path to round casper’s neck. ❛❛ come on out, darling. voyeurism can only be fun for so long. ❜❜ twist the knife, drive it further & further into flesh. cruelty in his smile, perverted in his grinning malice. ❛❛ ––– why don’t you join us? ❜❜
