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Most societies have certain mores that are unspoken rules; humanity itself even has such conventions, grilled subconsciously into our minds for our own safety. Don't go out alone at night. Avoid getting wet when it's cold. Don't pick fights with those stronger than you...okay, some of us missed the boat on the last one, but the point still stands. Society's rules tend to be more variable, though they apply to most aspects of life - including sex. In fact, bending the rules on what's considered acceptable in romance and sexual encounters can lead to anything from ostracization to death, depending on the time and culture.

So, play it close to the chest if you're going to do a big, big, big t a b o o. Is it worth the risk?

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A G E ( DIFFERENCE ) - light of my life, fire of my loins. you're supposed to stick to those your own age, but you can't resist.
I N C E S T - you're of the same blood, yet something draws you together. you'll keep your secret thicker than water.
C H E A T I N G - when you were young, they should have taught you to not take things that belong to other people.
I N ( PUBLIC ) - to involve unsuspecting others in your sex is insidious, but you can't resist it.
S U P E R F L U O U S - some conservative societies view sex outside procreational purposes as taboo. that means anal, oral, and toys are all no-go.
F I X A T I O N - you're nearly obsessed with one part of your partner - breasts, ass, lips...whatever the case may be, you always focus on that.
D E V I A N C Y ( IN SUBURBIA ) - there are some things that should be sacred. the home should be one of those. should.
S I Z E - pick on someone your own size. couples with large size difference, be it height or weight, can be looked down upon; don't let that get you down.
P H O B I A - unfortunately, in some societies, being with someone of the same gender is a taboo, no matter how much progress the modern world has made.
F E T I S H - some just can't get off without their fetish, and the varieties run the gamut: feet, crossdressing, autoerotic asphyxiation, foodplay, bondage...it goes on and on.
U N E X P E C T E D ( DOMINATION/SUBMISSION ) - the masculine must be dominant. the feminine must be submissive. what if you're dominant in life, though, and just want to be submissive in the bedroom.
V I O L E N T - more than mere lover's spats, what goes on between you two is dangerous. if people knew, they'd be horrified. still, you can't stop.
F O R B I D D E N ( LOVE ) - your relationship may be taboo, but there's genuine love in your copulation. this isn't merely a thrill.
L O O S E - monogamy isn't what you're after. no matter how looked down upon it is, you're going to have fun while you can.
S T U D E N T / T E A C H E R - what goes on between the sheets is not an appropriate subject matter to teach. there's so much to lose; is it a smart game to play?
A U T H O R I T Y - perhaps they're the boss, the president, the king, but you, you're a lowly peon. are they using their powers over you or is this something you both want?
I N T E R S P E C I E S - kind finds kind, and don't you be a traitor by being with one of them.
B E S T I A L I T Y - one of the most primal taboos. will you go into that moral wilderness?
S O C I A L ( CLASS ) - the rich. the poor. it's like they're in two different worlds. what will the uppercrust say if they saw their golden child with a tramp?
C E L I B A C Y - you are supposed to keep your chastity, but things are never that easy.
S T O C K H O L M - prisoners should never fall for their guards.
D U T I E S - whether it be saving the world or being the world's best bodyguard, your sworn quest and purpose keeps you from enjoying the sins of the flesh - especially with your charges.
I N N O C E N C E - one of you is much more worldly, and to ruin the "innocence" of the other feels unclean.
F E R T I L E - you aren't supposed to find mothers or fathers sexually alluring. however, there's something so enticing about fertility...perhaps even pregnancy.
C O R R U P T I O N - society expects you to treat your partner well, not try to destroy them through sexual degradation.
N O N C O N S E N S U A L - consent is rightfully important to a healthy sexual relationship. to break that trust is taboo.

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Mink has to fight to keep his own eyes open. Aoba is so damn clumsy, his teeth brushing over Mink's erection, his suction light, and his throat contracting and shivering as Mink nears it and pushes in. There's something to his inexperience though; it's not like Mink chose him for his sexual prowess. He chose him because Aoba was convenient and easily molded, and because he'd fought back and there's nothing quite like the struggle during sex.

Both hands eventually cradle Aoba's skull. "I'm going to go deeper. Don't puke."

As if Aoba really has a choice, Mink pushes forward, forcing his cock to drive in against the flutter of Aoba's throat and far, far beyond, until he feels himself sink right into that swollen tightness.

To say Aoba is scared barely does justice to his feelings, but at the same time, there's something wholly different between this feeling and pure fear. He feels lightheaded, and the physical mishaps only pay a small part in that. Worse - or better - is knowing what Mink is doing to him, and knowing how much more Mink could do if he wanted to. He could kill Aoba without so much as blinking... but he doesn't.

Still, Mink telling him he'll go deeper makes a shockwave of something an awful lot like fear run through Aoba - right to his dick, where it settles heavily. This probably isn't normal, is it? It can't be.

But there's not much Aoba can do about that. He tries not to gag, let alone puke, when Mink goes in, and for the moment, he handles it just fine - ignoring the absurd expression of concentration on his face, eyes still closed. His heart is racing, and it feels like a countdown, but a second or so in, he hesitantly gets going, trying to suck at Mink's dick, regardless of where it's currently located.

"There you go," Mink praises, grunting quietly as he watches Aoba's expression contort. The boy is trying. And it looks difficult, as Mink is sure it is, but he's still drooling out his tongue for more, trying to suck and slurp, trying to hold him in his throat. It's quite beautiful, seeing the will Aoba has to do these things, things he says he hates, just for a little bit of praise from Mink.

Thrusting in and out, Mink tests Aoba's patience, popping in and out of his throat as he builds towards a climax.

It's been a while for Mink, since he'd come across anyone he wanted badly enough to fool around with. Aoba was lucky, in a way. If he hadn't fought back in the basement, Mink would have never known what a prize he was.

Somehow, every time Mink pops out of his throat, it's a small relief, like maybe that time was the last one. That's more than a little exaggerated, though: it does get easier the more Aoba gets used to the feeling.

Of all the thing he'd never expected to get used to...

But it's nice, pleasing Mink; it's wonderful, getting praise, especially because Mink, in Aoba's opinion, can have no other reason for it except that he truly means it. So Aoba does his best, tries a little harder every time Mink thrusts in. Aoba realizes what he's doing, but he's not even thinking about Mink's climax as such, too focused on the mechanics of the act, and on improving what he's doing, to think ahead at all.

Aoba really should be thinking about it, because Mink's close. The last few times he thrust into Aoba's throat and it yielded immediately to him wound him up past the point he could hold himself back.

Gripping a handful of Aoba's hair, Mink starts to thrust a little more violently, a little sporadic in his rhythm, and then it just happens suddenly. With a grunt, he bottoms out in Aoba's throat and lets the orgasm rip from his gut and spill into his lover's mouth. For a moment, it squirts straight down his throat, leaving Aoba with little choice but to swallow. Then, Mink has to pull back it's so intense, so the rest is spilled either against Aoba's tongue or on his face, depending on how far Aoba pulls away too.

With another whine at the mistreatment of his hair, this time really not complaining, Aoba braces himself and continues trying to accommodate Mink's thrusts the best he can. He's not thinking ahead; he's not thinking at all, merely hanging in there and surviving second by second, surrendering to Mink's will.

He's not paying attention to any changes in how Mink feels in his mouth, barely aware of what happens until it does, hot liquid dripping down his throat. Aoba's eyes fly open in surprise, but somehow that shock put him on guard for what happens next: he pays a little attention, and, true to his plan, he doesn't pull away much at all, letting Mink spill on his tongue, the taste much more intense than before.

Aoba swallows before he even realizes what he's doing. He's not thinking about Mink's order not to spill anything at all; he's honestly forgotten all about that. It's just that he got that warning, right into his throat, that liquid was going to end up in his mouth, and he swallows because he has to do something with it - and swallowing seems like the logical solution, even the liquid in question was Mink's come.

He swallowed Mink's come... It's so degrading, but also kind of hot, and it means he's gotten through this, come out of it all in one piece. One piece that belongs even more to Mink than before, but... maybe that's not the worst thing. Mink is cruel, but he's strong; he plays by his own rules, but at least he has rules. He doesn't normally seem to randomly abuse his authority.

Or maybe Aoba is just making excuses for himself because he honestly can't believe he just gave Mink a blowjob, and somehow managed to stay some level of hard throughout. Something really is wrong with him...

But then, if there is something wrong with him... he's better off entrusting the care of that problem to Mink. Right?

.......Mink didn't even have to tell the boy to swallow. Aoba did it all on his own. Maybe it was out of fear of what Mink would do if he didn't or maybe it was just instinct - there was something in his mouth, he had to swallow it. Whatever it was, Mink couldn't help the lax expression that crossed his face at the sight and feel of that. For all of Aoba's complaining and wriggling away, he really did a good job after all. Followed orders and swallowed without command.

Like a well trained dog.

Mink affectionately combed through his hair once, twice, and then stepped back to put his dick back into his pants.

"You liked that."

Part of him still wants to deny it, but... he can't. Not now; not when he's like this. Not with Mink petting him like a puppy, and Aoba actually enjoying it.

When Mink pulls away, Aoba lets himself sit, his butt ending up resting on his heels. It doesn't do his half-erection any favors, but he no longer cares; he hangs his head a little and presses his lips together, not wanting to confirm what Mink said.

Is there really any need to say it? He knows it's true, now. He didn't think so when Mink humiliated him in public, but even if that could be blamed on force or circumstance (and Aoba isn't sure it can be), there's no such excuse this time.

He sucked Mink's dick, and he's hard from just that.

"So ashamed," Mink hums, his voice so affectionate for the moment as his fingers continue to card through Aoba's long, long hair. How did he get so lucky to find a kid like this in such a place? "Even though you're hard, you can't admit it. Can you? You can't admit that I made you hard. That when you wrapped your lips around my dick, you felt complete."

But then, Mink wouldn't like Aoba half as much if he admitted things like that right off the bat, would he?

Letting go, Mink turns and opens the door, stepping out and over to the sinks to wash up. It doesn't look like he has any plans of going back to Aoba to help him out.

Complete? Aoba isn't sure. It could have been that... If not that, certainly something like it. Mink's words seem to gain a little truth every time Aoba thinks about them, every time they echo in his mind. Mink is definitely right about most things he says, so... maybe this is true as well.

Still, when Mink turns to leave, Aoba makes a sound like a sob, squeezing his eyes shut again. There's no clear reason for this desperation he's feeling, but he can't seem to help it.

"I did! I -..." he's not even sure what he means to say. He just knows that he has to say something, because after what he did, the idea of Mink just walking away is almost unbearable. Not because of Aoba's little 'problem'. If that was the issue, he could have taken care of it himself. What Aoba wants is something else, much less tangible. Attention, maybe. More of those soft touches to his hair - any attention from Mink at all, even though maybe only one percent of it is positive. "I..." He can't say it after all, isn't even sure what he wants to say anymore. That he's hard isn't something he feels like pointing out, let alone when Mink has already noticed it.

The rest is what's more important, maybe. Feeling complete. Feeling like he has a place in the world.... even if his place is at Mink's feet.

"Mm?" Mink turns slightly, glancing over his shoulder as he rinses his hands off, then adds soap. "Did you want something else?" Aoba's voice was so quiet just then, but there was no mistaking the desperation in it. It's a beautiful sound. Mink won't ever forget it, that's for sure.

Once he washes the soap off and towels off his hands, he strides back to the stall and waits there by the door, looking down at Aoba and waiting. As if there might be something the kid could say that would make Mink reconsider leaving him there like cast aside trash. Honestly, he's just curious. Aoba continues to surprise him, after all.

It's a thrill when Mink comes back, nerves and hope and a sense of being utterly disgusting all pumping through Aoba's veins so hard, he still feels vaguely like he's floating, or like he might implode at any time. He doesn't look up again, eyes trained on Mink's boots, instead. He already doesn't have enough courage to say... whatever it is he wants to say; if he looked up at Mink's face, he'd never say a thing.

"N-No, that's not -..." He really doesn't want anything - at least: nothing physical. Maybe he wants more approval; maybe it's the exact opposite, and he wants to force Mink to leave him there as he is. As painful as it would be, at least Aoba wouldn't have to worry about anything like this happening again, and his own reactions to it. "I liked... making you feel good."

That....

That is not what Mink wanted to hear.

For some reason, he'd been thinking Aoba just wanted relief from his obvious erection, wanted Mink's hands on him again, or maybe a kiss or something equally ridiculous. But to say something like that. Something so degrading, after what Mink had done to him twice now. It dropped like a ton of bricks in his gut, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe looking down at Aoba and his bowed head, the painful look on his red face and the honesty in such an expression.

It was almost lewd to look at him after hearing something like that.

For a moment, Mink is quiet. Deathly silent, in face. His expression hollows after a time, and finally, he speaks: "Tch. The fuck is the matter with you?"

That's all Aoba gets before Mink has turned away and left the bathroom. In the privacy of a dark hallway, he grips his chest. His heart is beating so thickly that it almost feels painful. The fuck is the matter with him too?

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