#interitumvox

[ahigax]

    Mink was a quiet person-- Such was his stance. Words could so easily be misunderstood and twisted that he found it easier to speak through action. Though, even his movements are still now, pipe held leisurely between his thumb and forefinger as smoke dissipates into clouded vapor in the sky.

                    Mink is a quiet person.                           Aoba is not.

    The other's silence is the reason for his intense scrutinizing, so much that he rarely blinks. He likes to think that he can read people-- And that's partially true. He knows something is bothering the younger, whether it be a worry or just a deep thought. The only way he tries to break Aoba from his trance was a sudden shift in his cushioned chair, leather letting out a squeak in the silence. 

[moruseitai-blog]

☞ ∀ ☂

☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?

there is a very convoluted answer to this simple question. virus doesn’t necessarily like to bottom, but he only tops because he doesn’t like topping (confused yet?) he tops when he remains completely detached from the situation — it’s easier to deal with, and i hc it’s part of why he doesn’t cum in aoba while they’re alone. is there any other top that didn’t cum in aoba? it’s a pretty generalized stereotype that a genuine top will cum inside of their bottom in manga/anime culture, right? —so why not virus? if not just to humiliate aoba and enforce the idea that he really does not care about him. we’ve only seen him having sex in this one situation and, gauging from his personality, it’s probably the only way he’d ever have it. in complete control, uncaring, unfeeling and no reason to regret a damned thing. he goes with what’s carefree and fun. topping can be forceful, it’s the control, he can close his eyes and do whatever he wants.bottoming is not fun. bottoming implies he would actually have to pay attention, ‘less he loses control of the situation. bottoming entails that he would have to give up everything, even if he does get to be ‘on top’ — (and just what top would let him do that on their first go while he’s being wiley and uncooperative)? in short, he doesn’t like bottoming because it demands he be emotionally involved. he can only see himself bottoming in a situation where he’s actually attached to his top, because it’s the only form of sex he hasn’t used as a means to an end. it’s a disgusting concept. but because of that, were he to actually get emotionally involved with someone, he would probably bottom. it’s not like he’d feel obligated to, but he does require a forceful top who will actually try to get past the fact that he’s a perpetual sociopath, something someone who’s bottoming for virus could never do. he’s literally being a sociopath. at that moment. it would be impossible. 

∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?

it used to be ‘doggy style’, if doggy style insinuates slamming his bottom’s head into a pillow while he screws them. now it’s missionary, so he can see the anguish across their face while he does everything they wish he wouldn’t. as for bottoming — definitely riding. he would probably throw a fit if he had to bottom AND literally be on bottom. 

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

on top, not that long. he’s using the other person entirely for himself, and could care less if they cum, so it’s just a means of satisfaction for him. on bottom? it could take a century, he would hardly be able to focus on any pleasant feeling past his own thoughts. 

[otobaibitch-blog]

✦

✦ i like seeing you on my dash

i love seeing you on my dash too! c:

[angekketet]

Rain

Rain: I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.

He finds you out there, the rain soaking your skin thoroughly. Though you have been physically numb most of your life, you feel the cold this time. It sinks into your bones. It's so cold it causes you to ache, makes you see the color blue. You enjoy it. It fascinates you.

But that isn't why you're out there.You look up to the man in front of you. His azure hair clings to his fair skin, and the sight affects you more than anything. For most of your life, you didn't understand pain or emotion, but you're starting to now. You hurt Aoba. You can see it on his face. But, he came after you, wanting you, missing you, worrying about you. Even though your head is filled with the why's of it all, you appreciate it. You've never had anyone worry about you before him.You shift, stand up, your clothes drenched and clinging to your skin. It makes moving a bit difficult. He offers you his hand, and you hesitate as you always do. You soon take it though, and you can feel the warmth of his flesh. It's sweet, so inviting. You can't deny him. Everything about Aoba makes your heart swell. You step a bit closer to him.You apologize.You didn't mean to leave. It's just so hard for you think that, someone, anyone could want to be with you, let alone stay. You've been alone forever. You expect Aoba to go. He's just too perfect. He's everything you've ever wanted, and you can't imagine losing him now. Even so, you run away when you make a mistake. If he's going to leave, you want to beat him to it. You always have.But he always chases you down.He doesn't say a word, simply pulls you in by your hand. It is no longer bandaged, but still scarred from all of the fights you got in when you were younger. You're still young. Those days were only about six months ago, you realize, and that truly shocks you for a moment. As you recoil from harsh reality, you look down into those hazel eyes below you. They glimmer with something that looks like understanding, or maybe acceptance, and you feel your heart flutter like it did the first time. The shimmer within them is everything you've ever wanted, and you feel a tingle across your cheeks. It's warm, thaws your freezing skin. You want more.You lean forward and press your lips to your lover's. The rain pours down over the two of you, so cold, a sensation new to you in of itself. But the warmth of Aoba's body against yours is sunlight, radiating over you and melting away the metaphorical ice under your skin. Does he feel the same? You hope, for once in your pathetic life that he does. You don't ever want to let him go. As he parts his lips and you trace your tongue over his soft skin, your hand squeezes his a bit tighter before he breaks away, a shiver racking his slender frame."Come on, Aoba," you finally say. "Let's go home."