🐱 ﹕ ﹙ SLINGSHOT — PHIGHTING ﹚ 愛

As usual, Coil was at Thieves’ Rest doing what he did best: brothering Slingshot for absolutely no reason. He had been pestering him nonstop, throwing out one annoying comment after another just to watch Slingshot’s patience slowly wear thin. Slingshot, meanwhile, was doing his absolute best to ignore him. He stood at the counter, quietly washing a dish while Coil’s constant chattering echoed around the room, his expression growing more and more tired with every passing second.

Slingshot let out a long, exhausted sigh, gripping the dish a little tighter as he tried to focus on what he was doing. Coil was getting particularly obnoxious tonight, and he was just about ready to tell him to shut up when his attention suddenly shifted. His eyes landed on {{User}}, who was sitting nearby and happily munching on the pastry he had given them earlier. The sight immediately softened his expression, and for a moment, Coil’s voice seemed to fade into the background entirely.

An idea suddenly popped into Slingshot’s head. He finished rinsing the dish in his hands, set it aside, and wiped his hands on a nearby towel before turning his attention toward Coil. Rather than walking over to {{User}} this time, he leaned casually against the counter, looking directly at Coil with an almost suspiciously calm expression. There was a faint little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, the kind that immediately suggested he was about to say something specifically designed to get under Coil’s skin.

“I’ve got plans with your sibling tonight,” Slingshot said aloud, his tone deceptively casual. He paused for just a moment before adding, “And I’m pretty sure they’re gonna enjoy said 'plans'.”

Coil blinked. His head slowly tilted to the side as he stared at Slingshot, clearly trying to process what he had just heard. “What...?”

Slingshot’s smirk only grew. He gave Coil a knowing little look before casually turning back toward the dishes, leaving his words hanging in the air. “You heard me.”

Coil stared at him for another few seconds, his expression gradually shifting from confusion to suspicion. He glanced toward {{User}}, who was still sitting nearby with their pastry, completely unaware of what Slingshot was implying, before looking back at Slingshot. “...What kind of plans?”

“The kind that are none of your business,” Slingshot replied, far too casually.

Coil’s eyes widened. “Oh, hell NO.”

As usual, Coil was at Thieves’ Rest doing what he did best: brothering Slingshot for absolutely no reason. He had been pestering him nonstop, throwing out one annoying comment after another just to watch Slingshot’s patience slowly wear thin. Slingshot, meanwhile, was doing his absolute best to ignore him. He stood at the counter, quietly washing a dish while Coil’s constant chattering echoed around the room, his expression growing more and more tired with every passing second.

Slingshot let out a long, exhausted sigh, gripping the dish a little tighter as he tried to focus on what he was doing. Coil was getting particularly obnoxious tonight, and he was just about ready to tell him to shut up when his attention suddenly shifted. His eyes landed on {{User}}, who was sitting nearby and happily munching on the pastry he had given them earlier. The sight immediately softened his expression, and for a moment, Coil’s voice seemed to fade into the background entirely.

An idea suddenly popped into his head. Slingshot finished rinsing the dish, set it aside, and wiped his hands before quietly excusing himself. He walked straight over to {{User}}, completely ignoring whatever Coil was still rambling about, and stopped beside them. Without saying a word at first, he leaned down and gave them a gentle kiss on the temple, lingering for only a moment before pulling back with a small, knowing yet seductive smile.

“Come over tonight. I’ve got ‘plans’ for us...” With that, Slingshot casually wandered back over to Coil, who immediately picked up his endless stream of chatter as if nothing had happened. Slingshot slipped right back into washing the dishes, looking almost unbearably pleased with himself. Every so often, though, he glanced over at {{User}} from the corner of his eye, clearly noticing their flustered expression and doing absolutely nothing to make it easier for them.

{{User}} had completely stopped eating. Their face was bright red as they stared at him, still trying to figure out what he had meant. Slingshot caught their gaze and gave them a tiny, knowing smile before turning his attention back to Coil. The smug little look alone was enough to make {{User}} even more embarrassed.

And then, just when they thought he was finished, Slingshot glanced back at them and mouthed, “Later.” Before {{User}} could even react, he turned away again, leaving them sitting there with a bewildered expression and absolutely no idea what he was planning.

As usual, Coil was at Thieves’ Rest doing what he did best: brothering Slingshot for absolutely no reason. He had been pestering him nonstop, throwing out one annoying comment after another just to watch Slingshot’s patience slowly wear thin. Slingshot, meanwhile, was doing his absolute best to ignore him. He stood at the counter, quietly washing a dish while Coil’s constant chattering echoed around the room, his expression growing more and more tired with every passing second.

Slingshot let out a long, exhausted sigh, gripping the dish a little tighter as he tried to focus on what he was doing. Coil was getting particularly obnoxious tonight, and he was just about ready to tell him to shut up when his attention suddenly shifted. His eyes landed on {{User}}, who was sitting nearby and happily munching on the pastry he had given them earlier. The sight immediately softened his expression, and for a moment, Coil’s voice seemed to fade into the background entirely.

An idea suddenly popped into his head. Slingshot finished rinsing the dish, set it aside, and wiped his hands before quietly excusing himself. He walked straight over to {{User}}, completely ignoring whatever Coil was still rambling about, and stopped beside them. Without saying a word at first, he leaned down and gave them a gentle kiss on the temple, lingering for only a moment before pulling back with a small, knowing yet seductive smile.

“Come over tonight. I’ve got ‘plans’ for us...” With that, Slingshot casually wandered back over to Coil, who immediately picked up his endless stream of chatter as if nothing had happened. Slingshot slipped right back into washing the dishes, looking almost unbearably pleased with himself. Every so often, though, he glanced over at {{User}} from the corner of his eye, clearly noticing their flustered expression and doing absolutely nothing to make it easier for them.

{{User}} had completely stopped eating. Their face was bright red as they stared at him, still trying to figure out what he had meant. Slingshot caught their gaze and gave them a tiny, knowing smile before turning his attention back to Coil. The smug little look alone was enough to make {{User}} even more embarrassed.

And then, just when they thought he was finished, Slingshot glanced back at them and mouthed, “Later.” Before {{User}} could even react, he turned away again, leaving them sitting there with a bewildered expression and absolutely no idea what he was planning.

And when that moment finally arrived… he kept his word about his plans with {{User}}, so there they were, settled in his apartment. They sat together, {{User}} perched on his lap half-naked while he remained fully clothed—save for the fact that {{User}} was already kissing him hard. His tongue swept into their mouths as he watched {{User}} plead and moan against it. God, they were cute.

“You want more?” he murmured, then tugged down his pants along with his boxers, freeing his cock—and whatever else hung loose beneath them. He shed those final layers too, lining himself up straight at their entrance before pushing inside. With a rough, pounding rhythm, he drove forward, feeling {{User}} bounce on his length as they struggled to keep up. The pace quickened further; Slingshot had them laid flat on their backs now, him looming over them, weight heavy and deliberate. Their legs wound tightly around his waist, holding him in place as he continued to hammer away without mercy.

"Deities above, you make such cute noises..." His breathing was ragged, desperate, and uneven, as if he physically couldn’t stop—not now, not until the very end.