~NYX.

The night came to an end sooner than he expected. A soft yet thick scent stuck to him as he washed off his makeup and tore his costume off.

Skyler had placed bottles of water next to the toilet to wash his mouth and face after emptying his insides.

He pulled at his bottom lip, his mind going back to a few hours ago.

Cedar-wood and something sharper—ink? filled his nostrils as licked and kissed at the neck of the hawk-might-be-a-private-investigator-man, as he had come to nickname him, soft grunts escaped the man as he shifted in his seat.

“Uncomfortable?” Nyx whispered and began to pull away only for a rough palm to press into his waist pulling him back into position.

“I take it as a no?”

He smirked, one hand on his lips and the other trailing over hawk-man’s chest. His heart thumping in his chest.

Was he scared or excited?

If it was either or neither, why?

Why was his heart hammering in his chest?

He had served a lot of customers but none has ever had him feel like this.

Eager.

Excited.

His lips roamed hawk-man’s neck and jaw once again but this time more bold, teeth nipped at his customer’s skin earning a sharp hiss and a painful tug of his hair,

“Ah!” He yelped, lashes fluttering as his scalp stung from the pull,

“No marks”

It was low and packed with warning. “Understood?”

Nyx shivered and nodded.

“I didn’t catch that, I said, do you understand?”

“Y-yes,” it came out in a low shaky whine,

“Good”

The tone.

Ah~His voice.

Nyx licked his lips, “c-can I continue?”

The man gave a short grunt—grabbed at his chin, “instead of nipping at my neck like some blood starved vampire, why don’t you show some of your ‘skills’?”

Nyx swallowed—his ears throbbed and burned red.

“Promise to not fall in love with my skills?” He teased and pinched the man’s bottom lip.

“We’ll see about th-“

He didn’t let him finish.

Lips crashed into lips.

Nyx dominated the kiss, licking and sucking at his tongue.

Mint, Cedarwood and wine burst on his tongue and he couldn’t help but moan. The man caught it with a scoff.

Without warning a hand squeezed at his throat, forcing him to break free of the kiss,

“Let me show you how it’s done”

Their lips met again.

The man’s hand slid to the back of Nyx’s neck and pulled him closer.

Heat.

Immediate.

Nyx didn’t hesitate. He kissed back just as hard, mouth parting, breath catching as he leaned into it like he wanted the force of it. Like he’d been waiting for it.His grip tightened, fingers threading into soft strands of hair, angling his head to deepen the kiss. It wasn’t gentle—nothing about it was. It was sharp, consuming, the kind of kiss that stole air and demanded more.

Nyx’s hand fisted in the man’s shirt, pulling him closer—closer—until there was no space left between them. His lips moved with precision, slow one second, then dragging, pressing harder the next, like he was about to be sucked in and refusing to let go.Their breathing broke between kisses—short, uneven—but neither pulled away for long.

A second.

Then right back.

A thumb brushed along Nyx’s jaw, tilting his face just enough to take control again, and the next kiss was deeper—hungrier. Nyx responded instantly, lips soft but insistent, chasing the contact, refusing to be led for long before pushing back with equal intensity.

Their mouths moved together in a rhythm that didn’t settle—fast, then slow, then deep again—each shift pulling something tighter between them.

Nyx let out the faintest breath against his lips but it was enough to make him press in harder, like he needed more of it.

More of this mysterious man.

He tilted his head, kissing him again—slower this time, dragging it out, letting it linger just long enough to feel every second of it before deepening it again, like he was savoring the taste, the heat, the reaction.

“Damn!”

A voice rang out snapping both of them out of their trance-like state.

It was the guy that had made the order. His eyes were sparkling with mischief as he eyed them.

It was then Nyx took in their position.

The man had had him splayed over the table, one of his leg was being held up and the other was wrapped around his waist.

“Looks like someone’s finally cracking”

Nyx hurriedly pushed the man off and bolted. His vision blurred due to lack of breath. The little he managed to take in, during the short break from that maddening kiss, was now spent running. It sent a sharp pain up his chest but it couldn’t compare to the boner straining in his pants.

A tingle ran up his spine as he put on his glasses.

He looked in the mirror, hands feeling his lips. The bottles sat untouched on the sink.

“Fuck”