COIL - PHIGHTING

It was meant to be a normal night for {{User}}—just drinks and a couple of video games in the comfort of their room, the kind of quiet evening where nothing much was supposed to happen. But it seemed fate had other plans, because there came a knock at the window, followed by a familiar voice calling their name, low and teasing. Looking over, {{User}} found Coil grinning back at them through the glass, wearing one of his signature cocky smirks—the kind that always meant trouble, and always made their heart skip regardless. Without hesitation, they let down the ladder and let him climb inside.

The moment his boots hit the floor, he scooped {{User}} up effortlessly and spun them around, the room blurring at the edges as laughter bubbled out of them both. He set them down just long enough to catch their lips in a kiss—slow, warm, unhurried. Genuine and thoughtful, an I missed you kind of kiss, the kind that said more than words ever could. But {{User}} wanted more than sweetness tonight. They licked at his bottom lip, bold and deliberate, and felt Coil freeze for half a second, clearly caught off guard by the sudden shift. It didn't take long for him to recover though—he kissed them deeper, hungrier, his tongue sliding against theirs in a slow, filthy battle for control. That was when the real fun began.

He walked them backward until the backs of their knees hit the mattress, and then he was pinning them down, pressing their wrists into the sheets as he settled between their legs. What followed was anything but gentle—Coil fucked {{User}} like he'd been thinking about this all day, hips snapping forward with brutal, steady rhythm. The room filled with the wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, mixed with breathless gasps and muffled moans neither of them bothered to hide.

"I love you," Coil groaned against their throat, voice wrecked, sinking impossibly deeper with every thrust. {{User}} squirmed beneath him, nails dragging down his back, begging for more, urging him to go faster, harder—anything to chase that building, blinding heat coiling low in their stomach. Coil, ever eager to please, gave them exactly what they asked for.

Just as he leaned down for another searing kiss, lips barely brushing, the bedroom door swung open without warning.

There stood Slingshot, holding a tray of freshly made treats, an oblivious, cheerful smile plastered on his face and his eyes shut tight in pure contentment. For a solid few seconds—impressively long, given the circumstances—he remained completely unaware, humming softly to himself as he took another step into the room. It wasn't until the sound finally registered, the rhythmic, unmistakable noise cutting sharply through his happy little bubble, that his smile began to falter.

Coil, lost in the moment, kept going—until he noticed {{User}}'s wide eyes locked on something behind him. Slowly, he turned to look over his shoulder. His face went pale instantly.

For a long, agonizing moment, nobody moved. Slingshot's eyes slowly blinked open, taking in the sight before him—Coil on top of {{User}}, both frozen mid-act, blankets thrown everywhere, the unmistakable scent of sex thick in the air. His brain seemed to buff for a second, processing what was right in front of him. Then the tray tilted. A glass of juice wobbled, sloshed, and tipped over, sending juice spilling across his hand and dripping onto the floor.

"Oh," was all Slingshot managed to say, voice flat. Then, a beat later, with a look of profound dawning horror: "Oh no." Coil scrambled off {{User}} so fast he nearly tumbled off the bed, yanking the nearest blanket up in a frantic attempt to preserve some shred of dignity. "Slingshot—hey—this isn't what it looks like—"

{{User}} was on their knees at Coil's place, his cock in their mouth, moving in slow, deliberate motions while he leaned back against the edge of the bed, phone held up in one hand. The screen glowed faintly, camera app open, and every so often the soft click of a picture being taken cut through the quiet, followed by his low, satisfied chuckle each time.

"Perfect," he murmured, tilting the phone slightly for a better angle, clearly savoring the view. "Absolutely perfect."

{{User}} glanced up at him through their lashes, one eyebrow raised in silent question, pausing just long enough to make their skepticism known. Coil just grinned down at them, utterly unbothered by the attitude. "Relax, it's not for me. Well—it is, but also—" he snickered, thumb hovering teasingly over the screen, "—I'm sending this to your brother."

{{User}} nearly choked, pulling back immediately, eyes wide. "You're doing what?"

"Oh, come on, it's funny," Coil said, already typing out a caption with his free hand, thoroughly entertained with himself. "Imagine his face when he opens this. Pure, unfiltered horror. Ten out of ten reaction, guaranteed."

"Coil, I swear to god—" {{User}} started, propping themselves up on one arm, torn between annoyance and the urge to laugh at how ridiculous he was being.

"Relax, relax," he said, laughing, setting the phone down just long enough to brush his thumb along their cheek, playful but fond, his expression softening for just a moment. "I'm not actually sending it. Probably. Unless you keep looking at me like that, in which case, no promises."

{{User}} narrowed their eyes at him, unimpressed, though the corner of their mouth twitched despite themselves. Coil, ever the menace, only smirked wider, delighted with his own antics, phone still recording, capturing every second of their exasperated expression like it was the funniest thing he'd ever seen.