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Neon Star Rising (BL)

[BL - Mature Content] In a cybperpunk future, a young man wakes up inside a box with no memories, and to two strangers making threats at him. Ivo doesn't know who he is. Or even if that's his name. But from there, he'll have no choice but to learn how to survive the dangerous neon streets of a city that has forgotten how to dream. His new reluctant allies keep him at a distance. Especially Davi, the mysterious guy who doesn't trust Ivo's memory loss and thinks he might be connected to the group of people responsible for all the misery in their city. The same people Ivo now has to steal information and tech from -- for the paying clients who employ the services of Davi and his crew. --- Davi: give me one good reason why I shouldn't get rid of you? Ivo: ...you're a good person and don't want to do that? Davi: try again. Ivo: I can be useful... Davi: still not convinced. Ivo: my winning personality and sparkling smile? Alina: it's like you want him to shoot you in the head --- determined, belligerent, adaptable, snarky and fearless amnesiac MC x mysterious, intense, idealistic, selfless, ruthless and passionate hired gun ML x and their trigger happy, sarcastic, sexy, lover (1v1v1) more tags: cyberpunk, sci-fi, crime, mature content, fast-paced action, slow burn romance, important side-characters, LGBT cast, side romances, violence, dystopian.

ThirtyTyrants · LGBT+
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245 Chs

A prolonged, sensuous exploration

Vice was laying on top of Ivo, legs tangled together, stomachs sticky with cum, while they shared a cigarette back and forth.

Ivo ran the tips of his fingers down Vice's sinuous back, but stopped himself just above the curve of his ass, to feel him shiver in anticipation. 

"Stop teasing," Vice said, wrenching the cigarette away from Ivo's mouth just as he was about to slot the filter between his parted lips.

Ivo slapped his ass. Vice hissed and twisted Ivo's already abused nipple in retaliation. Despite the smarting, Ivo managed to use the distraction to steal the cigarette away from Vice's fingers.

He took a deep drag and let the smoke fill him up warmly, coiling thick and sweet under his breastbone. He was still riding the sweet high of orgasm, letting it lull his thoughts in no particular direction.