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It had been officially a month since the space next door was filled with a flower shop. It looked out of place at first compared to the rest of the pubs and grime shops on the streets but now no one could picture the strip without the overflowing flower pots and splashes of colorful flowers that covered the front of the cozy cottage shop. Though maybe Ponk was biased with that thought.

Maybe it was because the weekly flowers Ponk always ordered from the shop lightened up the tattoo parlor, maybe it was because the cozy shop brought in more foot traffic to the strip. Or just maybe it was because the owner had the prettiest smile Ponk had ever seen on another person.

Even now as he sanitized his leather bench meant for clients could he feel that familiar blush forming across his masked face. Maybe he had a little bit of a soft spot for the flower shop owner but looking at the material- who could blame him?

Thinking about the shop owner, Ponk found himself having to stop what he was doing as that innocent blush seemed to spread. Warming his chest and stomach in a feeling he knew all too well since he first laid his eyes on Sam.

Sam wasn’t Ponk’s usual type. Far too innocent, far too kind. It was like talking to a wall half the time when a dirty joke spilled off of his lips and the mob wouldn't understand. Only giving that polite smile that Ponk wanted to run his tongue across. Sam lacked any piercing that Ponk always found attractive, he didn’t even have a cliche tiny tattoo that Ponk could get attached to. He was the furthest thing from Ponk’s usual flings and yet Ponk could feel his mouth watering at the sight of the other man. At the idea of the massive man below him, squirming and babbling to prove he wasn’t as innocent as he seemed.

The tattoo artist felt shame in the fact that they hadn’t hung out outside of work despite being ‘neighbors’ and yet the mob occupied his thoughts so frequently. They had barely been in a room alone together for more than 10 minutes before they would be interrupted. Never going past polite 'how are you' and 'i'm good, how are you?' despite Ponk's attempts.

Nothing but polite talk to keep it friendly and nothing more. It was the nothing more part that bothered Ponk most as he looked over his personal section in the shop. Maybe Ponk could be a bit of a flirt for his own amusement but every invitation to show him around the city or offer to get drinks together seemed to go over Sam’s head completely. As if the mob couldn't imagine Ponk was trying to pursue him. It was infuriating to no end. All he wanted to do when Sam stared at him blankly with those big eyes was push the mob against the wall and kiss him until he got the point through his thick skull. A smarter person would have moved on but every interaction between the artist and the florist left Ponk more curious.

Sam was an odd fellow, though Ponk had certainly fucked around with his fair share of weird dudes. Sam was weird in the fact that he didn’t talk much, or at all really if it weren’t for one-word replies here and there when Ponk was bombarding him with his usual flirts. For such a big guy it was obvious he was trying so hard to not take up so much space, even with his voice. Something that Ponk found both pathetic and attractive all at once.

If Ponk was honest he wanted to see how loud Sam could get. He wanted to see Sam’s well-put-together facade crumble, and he really wanted to be the one to do it.

The sound of footsteps would pull Ponk from this thought as he glanced up just as Punz was picking up his white coat and bag to leave. Stealing a glance at the clock he only now realized it was past closing time for the parlor.

"We still on for later?" The blonde would ask a loud as he stood before the door at the front of the open floor shop, flipping the open sign to closed before he'd glance back at Ponk for confirmation.

"Definitely. 8 right?" He would be met with finger guns of confirmation before Punz would push in the door with his back just as Ponk turned his back to walk to the back of the shop to grab his own belongings from Niki's room. Ponk had barely stepped into the room before he heard Punz shout into the shop, "You have a guest."

With a deep sigh, “I’m not taking anyone else, we're closed for the day.” Ponk called out loudly, pausing to listen before he heard the ship door close just seconds late. Feeling a moment of relief that he was officially done for the day, Ponk let his shoulders fall as he looked at his own belongings that crowded Niki's piercing room. It wasn't often she was in the office after 2 so her room became a temporary catchall for coats and bags.

Feeling content he was alone, Ponk pulled off his shirt in favor of picking up his favorite hoodie. It was in need of a wash but there was a reason he hadn't worn it throughout the day. He'd clean it tomorrow. As he tugged the black floral hoodie over his head, he stepped back into the hallway to get ready to leave. It would take a few seconds before his head would peek out of the hole only to be greeted with the sight of another body in the parlor.

The florist's eyes were pointed down, staring at his stomach before they would quickly look back at Ponk's features. Giving the artist the perfect view of Sam's already flushed features getting darker once they made eye contact. He would have felt embarrassed if it had been anyone else but as Sam quickly averted his eyes he couldn't help his own amusement.

Sam looked out of place even now. His towering body squished together with arms so close to his body. Taking up as little room as possible. Ponk finally spoke, “Uh hey-” His voice cracked, causing him to clear his throat. “Hey.” He finished as he quickly tugged down his hoodie the rest of the way.

“Hey,” Sam repeated back in the softest tone, barely audible. Dressed in a simple dark green t-shirt and jeans that hugged his body. A bear comes to mind. His chin tucked down, looking bashful as he stared down at the vase in his hands. He looked cute like that despite his discomfort.

“What’s uh what’s this for?” Ponk remarked as he stepped closer to Sam to close the gap between them, causing Sam to look back at him. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of Sam stammering as he glanced between Ponk and the flowers, barely making syllables while Ponk stopped in front of him." Are these for me?" He mocked just to watch Sam's head bounce up and down quickly. "I think ya might be confused handsome. I didn’t order nothin’.”

Sam's mouth opened, closed, and then he swallowed before he opened his mouth again, “A gift.” Sam finally stuttered out as his pointed ears lay flat against his head. Abruptly offering the vase out as it bumped against Ponk's chest.

“A gift?” Ponk hummed as they looked over the arrangement curiously, his brows furrowing as his hands wrapped around the vase. Letting them drag over Sam's own larger hands while he took the weight of the flower arrangement in his grip. It was a lot heavier than it looked. “Well thank you, baby. What’s the occasion?” He peeked back up at Sam.

“It's just uh it’s the one-month anniversary of the shop and, well, I thought I’d share the good news,” Sam mumbled, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck in a way Ponk couldn't help but find precious. Especially when Sam was trying so hard to look anywhere else but at Ponk, as if the gift of flowers were a private matter.

Maybe they were to Sam, he took his job very seriously after all. Something Ponk could admire when he purposefully said a flower's name wrong just so Sam would correct him. When they were talking about flowers seemed to be the only time Ponk could get more than three words out of the tall hybrid.

“Congratulations!” Ponk praised though he already knew but Sam practically lit up with Ponk’s praise like he always did. His pointed ears hung high in the air, almost adding half an inch to the mobs already towering height. He smiled a bashful smile as he rubbed the back of his neck once more.

“It’s not that big-”

“Don’t sell yourself short Sammie baby, it's amazing. A one-month anniversary is a big deal!” Ponk smiled as he turned to place the heavy vase down on the front desk just a few feet from the door. The flowers were very different than what Ponk would have ordered for the shop, more muted if not for the vibrant red flowers. “I know you’ve been working your tail off, I’ve seen your line. You must have been a really good boy.”

The words slipped out so easily, Ponk hadn't even realized he had said it until he was watching that very blush blotting the hybrid's face get darker. He wanted to cringe. Calling your business neighbor a ‘good boy’ wasn’t very neighbor-ly despite how easily it slipped on the tongue in reference to Sam.

The mob was blushing a deep green that spread to the tips of his pointed ears, and down his neck from what little Ponk could see before the color disappeared at the hem of Sam’s shirt.

Oh.

Oh.

“Uh t-thank you Ponkie.” Sam sounded almost breathless, barely even words to be heard. His big black eyes quickly looked at the floor in a mix of their shame.

In an attempt to play it off like he wasn't incredibly interested in the mob's reaction, Ponk would curtly nod his head though this new knowledge would haunt him as he looked back at the arrangement. As much as he wanted to tease, Sam looked so embarrassed. It seemed cruel to wound the hybrid while he was already down. He raised a hand to fix his mask, making sure it was covering the lower half of his face as he looked back at the flowers. It was a pretty arrangement now that Ponk looked at it though that wasn’t surprising when it come to the mob's touch.

For such a large hybrid it seemed almost silly to imagine them doing such a gentle job but Sam was proving to be a man of many surprises.

"This seems a little backward," He blurted out as his fingertips tapped against the desktop in front of him. Ponk looked back at the sweet hybrid, watching the confusion cross those freckled features. "Shouldn't I be gettin' a pretty thing like you something to celebrate?"

Sam flushed, “O-Oh well uh I guess that makes more sense-”

“Well let me take you out for a drink to celebrate,” Ponk smiled.” I’m free tonight-” He paused as his thoughts returned to the prior plans he had made with Punz and the others. Of course, he could just invite Sam along to join them but the sweet mob said so few words around new people and Ponk didn’t want their first ‘official’ out-of-work interaction to be with Ponk’s drunk friends.

“Oh uh I’m pretty busy tonight,” Sam spoke first, their voice soft as if there would be consequences if they spoke too loud. “I already promised to meet up with Hannah and Boomer later.” He explained quietly.

“Oh well, that's alright!” Ponk promised, feeling both relieved and sad all at once. “I’d still like to celebrate with ya,”

“I’d like to celebrate with you.” It felt like a confirmation that Sam was just as interested as those big black eyes only broken up by the radiating green iris that stared back at Ponk. It felt personal, almost intimate as if they were talking to each other without words.

For getting rain-checked, Sam looked happy as his gaze broke away to look down at his large, fidgeting hands with the sweetest smile that Ponk was starting to really adore. Sam felt like a schoolboy all over again on valentines day. Unable to stop the butterflies in his stomach as they bubbles into smoke until his mouth was full.

It wasn’t an awful note to end the day with.

“Are you busy now?” The words spilled from Ponk’s peirced lips before he could realize what he was saying. It was the want to linger around the mob talking. The want to get to know more about him outside of his little flower shop.

“Hmm?”

“Are you busy right now? Like, is anyone expecting your cute ass for a bit?” If Ponk kept talking to him like that then Sam wouldn’t be going anywhere, and neither would Ponk. Sam swallowed nervously at the thought, his pointed ears lowering in his own shame as he slowly shook his head no. Words never were his strong suit. “ Do you want some coffee? I’ll show you around. It’s not much but- figured you’ve never really been in here before. Maybe afterward I can show you the magic. It would be a little thank you for the roses.”

“Oh those aren’t roses.” Sam chirped. "They uh they’re actually ranunculus asiaticus, or maybe you know them as Persian Buttercups. They are hard to come by this time of year unless you grow them yourself," The mob stepped closer, seeming lost in his own words as he got to talk about his favorite subject. Flowers. It was precious watching the hybrid explain while he filled the space beside Ponk. Standing so close Ponk could feel the warmth radiating off of the creeper hybrid like a personal heater. It was probably the most Ponk had ever heard the hybrid say.

"As soon as I saw them I just knew they would look perfect in your shop, especially with the red. Did you know that petal colors have a secret language of their own? It’s important when getting flowers for someone. See yellow petals stand for friendship-” He babbled without taking a breath of air.” -and green stands for vitality, while when you give someone red petals it represents more personal affection. Though the actual flowers themselves can have their own meaning. In the Victorian era, they were used as a message system of sorts to share feelings with another person. These Buttercups themselves symbolize an attraction to the receiver's charm-” Sam cut himself off, growing silent as if his words were finally catching up with him.

“You think I’m charming?” Ponk smirked.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. I like when you talk like that.” Ponk promised. “I like a man that knows what he’s talkin’ about, it's hot.”

The poor mob looked close to fainting as he stared down at Ponk with wide eyes, his face ever blushing a deep green. Unable to find the words or even hope to come up with a sly comment. Instead, the sweet mob stood with his mouth gap in a way Ponk would have loved to inspect further before Sam would finally blurt out-

“Uh a tour would be nice.” Sam clamped his mouth shut as soon as the words left his mouth but Ponk for even a second as he happily motioned Sam further into the parlor with his hand.

As Sam walked further into the parlor, Ponk would lag behind to look at himself in the reflection of the windows. Quickly he tucked his stray curls under the beanie he wore, pausing to correct the logo before he looked himself over. Good enough. Only then would he turn his attention back on the sweet hybrid just as Sam cautiously stepped past the waiting lounge.

Ponk took the place beside Sam quickly, he showed the mob Punz's area first. Personalized to the blondes liking with gold-painted equipment and leather chairs. Still wrecking of the blondes cologne. Neither dared to touch the blonde's equipment, though the look of curiosity on the hybrid's face was hard to miss. Ooo-ing and awe-ing at Punz’s past pieces that were showcased on the walls with that innocence of a first-timer being shown around. As they walked to the back of the shop Ponk would mention the supply closet that only kept their cleaning supplies and sanitary equipment. Nothing exciting though Sam would nod his head along with the same interest. Walking across the hall, he would let the mob peek into the more private rooms in the back where Niki did piercings. Even pointing out the glow-in-the-dark stars Niki had put on the ceiling in the room just to hear the softest chuckle from Sam.

It wasn’t exciting, nor life-changing with the short tour, but having Ponk stand so close felt good. It felt nice. So when the hybrid dared to let his knuckles brush against Ponk’s while they walked, he felt his heart skip when Ponk took the chance to slip his hand into Sam’s large palm. And Ponk did in a heartbeat all the while pointing at the various artworks on the wall while they walked back to the front of the shop. Returning back to Ponk’s space where he would happily drag Sam past the yellow tape on the floor separating the space.

“And this is mine,” Ponk spoke as he squeezed Sam’s larger hand with his own. Feeling the rings on his finger shifting against Sam’s smooth palms but if the hybrid minded he wouldn’t say. When he looked back at the taller man he found the sweet mob looking around the space with such wonder.

“Your work is beautiful,” Sam said, sounding out of breath despite the brisk walk they took. He couldn’t help it as smoke filled his lungs, seeping out each time he opened his mouth but to save a bit of embarrassment, Ponk didn’t point it out. Though it was kinda hot.

“Thanks, you should see it on a person.” The artist replied as their smaller hand slipped from Sam’s in favor of walking to the corner of the counter closest to the coffee pot. “I don’t offer this to clients, it’s kinda only ever for me.”

“Hmm I’m a client now?” If Ponk had heard him right, he was sure he heard a hint of amusement in the mob's monotone voice. The sound alone filled Ponk’s stomach with hope as he was given confirmation that he was on the right track. That Sam was into this. With a new feeling of pride, Ponk quickly picked up to of his favorite yellow-themed cups.

“You could be.” There was a slyness in his voice as he poured coffee into the mugs. The edge in his voice alone sent electricity through Sam’s fingertips, making him fidget until a mug was offered out for him to take. “Do you have any tattoos?”

The question caused Sam to pause before he answered honestly, “Oh goodness no, I’m scared of needles.” Sam admitted in a hushed tone that wasn’t the same tone he used when he walked in, watching as Ponk walked around the booth in favor of toeing a rolling seat out of the corner with his yellow sneakers. Offering it to Sam with a subtle nod.

“Would you ever get one?” Ponk asked as Sam took a seat in Ponk’s rolling stole. Sitting awkwardly with his size.

“I’m not sure, I don’t even know what I would get.” He answered honestly though he had thought about it. All of his exes had tattoos and oh how we loved the look of them. He liked Ponk’s tattoos, especially the ones that covered his forearm and the ones he only caught glimpses of under the collar of Ponk’s shirts.

“You should get one.” Ponk's voice pulled Sam from those thoughts as he looked at the man once more, watching as Ponk vaguely tidied up the counter space across from where Sam sat. “You should get my name.” Sam flushed, obviously taken aback as mumbled a soft ‘okay’. “You should let me do it.”

“No.” His smile cracked, showing his large fangs as his ears pinned against his head.

“I could tattoo your butt, tattoo a little ‘Ponk’ right on your ass cheek.” Flabbergasted, Sam stared with wide eyes at Ponk’s claims. Unable to tell if the other was being serious or not with the mask covering half of his face.

“On my butt?” Sam stammered.

“Yeah. Right on the cheek so only I could see it.” The creeper was flushed and chuckling awkwardly, his hand raised to his face as if to hide behind them.

“Oh my prime-” The noise Sam let out was heinous and affectionate all at once. His laugh came out as a deep rolling hiss with each bounce of his shoulders. Only then did Ponk lighten up as a low chuckle emitted from the artist. “Goodness you are too much Ponkie. If you keep saying stuff like that I’m going to start taking you seriously.”

Ponk wished he would. He wished Sam would take him seriously with his little comments and offers. He would be so good to the man in front of him. He would make the hybrid weep with pleasure, and then bring him some tea to help his raw throat. Ponk would be so good to him.

“You should, you should think about it. I’d be so good to you, make sure it’s real nice ‘n pretty for ya.” Sam nearly choked with the words, something Ponk found pride in as he pulled himself onto the countertop.

Crossing his legs in front of himself with the yellow mug in his tattooed hand while he pulled his mask below his chin. Looking as comfortable as he always did when he sat on Sam’s desk as if he owned it. Ponk’s confidence was exhilarating if Sam was allowed to be honest. Ponk wasn’t shy, something Sam admired even now as he stared at the man with interest. He liked Ponk’s confidence, how he acted as if he owned every room he walked into. How he talked to people, how he talked to Sam-

As Sam stared off into space with his thoughts, Ponk couldn’t help himself from watching the sweet mob. He looked precious sitting on the smaller stool, and yet he looked perfect inside Ponk’s office with his more relaxed body language. He liked what he was seeing, and he hoped Sam would visit him more. If he dared to be honest, he hoped to see Sam in his own apartment soon.

Maybe not for a few rounds of grab-ass but Ponk didn’t mind the idea of having Sam around for a little more than cock warming. He wouldn’t get his hopes too high but this felt pretty nice if he were allowed to be bold. The mob would peek back at him, only to quickly look back down at his own drink as a new shade of blush brushed across his strong cheekbones. As if he had been caught thinking about something he wasn’t supposed to. In a tense motion, Ponk would watch as Sam raised the mug to his lips only for those sweet features to scrunch in disgust at the bitter taste of old black coffee. Ponk wanted to laugh but he tried not to.

“Yeah sorry, it was this or I could offer you a loco moco but you don’t look like an energy drink guy.” Ponk tried clearing his throat in hopes to stifle his own laughter as he looked back down at his mug. Bring the yellow lemon mug to their lips to take a drink, his lip piercing clinking against the ceramic rim.

He could feel Sam watching him now but he tried not to look now for Sam’s sake as he gulped down the bitter liquid, finding an odd bit of comfort in the awful taste. Sam would wonder how Ponk’s piercings would feel against his own lips. Ponk had such a handsome face and the gold piercings across his lips and nose added to his tough look. Sam wanted to think he wouldn’t notice the feeling but maybe he would. Maybe he would really like the metal pressing into his skin.

“Do you do apprenticeships?” Sam would blurt out in between sips of his own old coffee as if trying to distract himself from the idea of just how nice it might feel to have Ponk’s skin pressed against his own. Ponk stared at the hybrid for a moment, seeming to be processing the random question just as Sam was before he answered.

“Uh no, not much of a mentor. Why? Are ya looking to learn?” Ponk’s pierced brow raised with that devilish smirk, looking so proud of himself.

“Maybe,” The mob would say, though it was just a lie but Ponk jumped at the idea of Sam being interested. Excitement showed in his bright smile that showed the slight gap in his front teeth.

“Are you serious? I’d be happy to show ya the basics.” He sounded so happy with the idea, practically beaming.

“Oh uh yeah. I-I’ve always been really curious.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, Sam was curious but he couldn’t even watch process videos before he felt squeamish.

“I have a little while until I have to head out. Do you want to try it out on some fake skin?” Ponk offered though he was already putting his mug down and slipping off of the counter space. Like an excited dog, Ponk quickly slipped off the counter in favor of walking around his ‘office’. Practically buzzing like a bee with excitement over the idea of getting to do something he loved with the florist.

“I-I’m not sure how well I’ll do, I don’t like needles.” Sam reminded in a quiet mumble.

“That’s okay, we’ll use the pen. You won’t see any needles baby.” Ponk promised, and truthfully it put Sam at ease as he watched the smaller man drag out a cart with equipment on it that looked far too expensive for Sam to even think of touching his first time.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

With that, Sam allowed himself to relax as he took another unwanted sip from the yellow mug. Taking this time to just watch the artist at work while Ponk took his time sanitizing his equipment, wrapping it in a pink plastic all the while he explained what the plastic was for. Explaining what each piece and cord did as if Sam's eyes weren’t already wide with interest, distracted but nodding his head along. Even humming in acknowledgment though his eyes were lost on Ponk as the artist rolled up his baggy sleeves, letting Sam stare at the sleeve of colorful ink that felt oddly fitting for Ponk.

The artist looked focused as he spoke, not even glancing back at Sam as he wiped down the square of fake skin that was already practiced on in one of the four corners. Not that the mob minded as his black eyes looked Ponk over, his head tilting to the side as he tried to follow every line of ink he could see on the smaller man's body. He’d let his thoughts wonder just how much of Ponk was covered. If there were any tattoos he couldn’t see even after Ponk lost a few layers.

Sam lacked subtly, that much was obvious. Ponk could feel the eyes of the other on him now, watching him far too closely for it to be friendly. He held his breath, but only for a moment as he dared to peek back at the sweet mob. Sam looked lost in his own thoughts now, his curious eyes looking at Ponk’s body up and down without shame. It was both cute and a confidence booster all in one.

“You could at least let me finish talkin’ before you try undressing me.”And Sam looked even prettier with his eyes wide as they snapped back at Ponk’s face. With the mask still tucked under his chin, Sam could see Ponk’s smirk clearly but it only made the warmth that boiled Sam’s skin harder to bare as his face flushed a dark shade in being caught. He looked so ashamed of himself, unable to look Ponk in the eyes for more than a few seconds before he was quickly looking down at his drink.

“I-I wasn’t-” Sam swallowed, “I was just admiring your tattoos...”

“Well if you’re really good, I’ll let you see more of ‘em later-” Sam’s head whipped up to look at Ponk at the promise. “-now get over here,” Ponk said as he dragged another rolling stool out from under his desk to sit on. Obediently Sam scooted closer until he was just a foot away from Ponk. “Closer babe, you’re gonna need the light.” The artist spoke as he reached a hand out to grip the edge of Sam’s stool between his legs, his thumb brushing against Sam’s inner thigh before he dragged the mob closer until they were practically centimeters from each other. Sam’s seat nestled between Ponk’s open thighs as they both faced the bed.

Suddenly the mob felt less relaxed as Ponk’s chest brushed against his shoulder, leaving the ghost of warmth with each little touch against Sam’s already burning skin. Ponk was so much closer now, leaving little room as their colognes mingled nicely. Ponk didn’t mind the closeness as he picked up the coil machine, taking care in showing how he wiped it down first before he would start to assemble the machine once more. Demonstrating to Sam which piece went where and why, but Ponk wasn’t sure just how much Sam was taking in. Sam was staring at Ponk’s hands, nodding his head along but nothing was being taken in. He could feel his heart beating in his throat, threatening to escape if he unclenched his jaw for even a moment. When had it gotten so hot in here? Sam could feel himself sweating with the heat as smoke seeped from his nose when it couldn’t escape from his mouth. He worried Ponk could smell the gunpowder over his cologne.

The mob's cheeks were flushed once more, practically raising the warmth radiating off of Sam’s body until Ponk could feel it through his hoodie. He worried he was making Sam anxious with all these new things so he tried to go slower before he would wrap the pieces to keep them sterile. Not much of a lesson but he didn’t anticipate Sam actually picking up tattooing. It was just a little show, no harm.

“Gloves babe.” Ponk reminded as he sat up straight, allowing his hand to rest on the small of Sam’s back while the mob hastily picked up the gloves. With a quiet ‘right’ Sam quickly pulled on the rubber gloves as he was faced with a new fear that was only growing. When Ponk offered the black pen-like machine out to Sam, he hesitated but like Ponk had promised he couldn’t see the needle. Stealing a glance back at Ponk’s comforting features, he took up the small machine in his trembling hand. Poor thing was right about being scared of needles, Sam’s hands were trembling like a leaf as he tried to get used to the feeling of the machine in his palm.

Ponk was patient as he watched, letting Sam catch his breath before he would try to speak again. Something Sam was thankful for as he tried to collect himself, only for that ounce of control to be shattered as Ponk shifted closer. His thigh brushed against Sam’s ass, making his tail instinctively curl as Ponk settled in place.

Those green-speckled cheeks were flushed once more, practically raising the heat radiating off of Sam’s body until Ponk could feel it through his hoodie. It wasn’t something Sam could control, though he wished he could now more than ever. Creepers naturally had a higher body temperature due to their genetics but Sam felt as if he would explode.

This feeling only got worse as an arm snacked around him to guide his hand, moving Sam’s trembling fingers so carefully until the mob was holding the machine like a writing utensil. Though even after, Ponk’s own tattooed hands lingered on Sam’s wrist like a guardian angel that felt more like a devil now with how Ponk rested his chin on Sam’s shoulder as he settled in this position. Getting comfortable where he sat while Sam’s thighs were squeezed shut. As if Ponk wouldn’t notice. As if Ponk wasn’t turned on by every noise, and only wanted to hear more.

“You’re gonna need to relax Sammie or you’ll go through the skin.” He chuckled vaguely against Sam’s shoulder, feeling the hybrid shuttered against him. A soft ‘sorry’ was given as Sam rolled his shoulders but still remained so stiff as he awkwardly dipped the tip of the needle in the ink blotch. “Step on the paddle, it's by your feet.” There was a pause before Ponk felt the weight of Sam’s foot on top of his own, but as quickly as it was there it was gone. Sam quickly mumbled a quiet ‘sorry Ponkie’ as he leaned back this time, leaning against Ponk in the process as he looked for the peddle.

Ponk promised it was okay as he tapped Sam’s thigh with his other hand, only to leave it in place. Resting just above the mob's knees while Sam’s breath hitched at the contact, barely able to focus on the machine buzzing in his head.

“Now try dipping it in the ink,” He hummed, causing Sam’s pointed ears to flicker as he repeated the action from before. “Good boy, now the needle isn’t just coated in it.”

A noise, though muffled, spilled from Sam’s mouth. It sounded more like a dog whine sitting so close, Ponk worried it was a sound of discomfort as the machine vibrated in the mob's hand.

“Are you okay?” He mumbled as Sam shifted in his seat. The sweet mob practically tensed at his words but quickly nodded his head along, Sam’s leaned forward until his chest was pressed against the chair. Ponk would be lying if he said the view wasn’t mouthwatering as Sam’s back arched just enough to cause his t-shirt to ride up, allowing the shorter to peak at the small of Sam’s back where the hem of his black underwear ended. “Uh start with four lines, try to make them as straight as possible. If you…If you can’t just do your best.”

Ponk found himself staring at the little patch of skin that shouldn’t have been so tempting. So hard to not let his own fingertips slip under the fabric, to feel Sam’s burning skin for himself. He dared to as his hand slowly left Sam’s forearm, barely allowing his gloved fingertip to brush over the muscle of the mob's arm before he would let his hand fall on Sam’s waist.

Just after the second line, Sam was forced to stop at the feeling of something brushing against the little patch of skin showing just above the hem of his jeans. It felt like an accident until Ponk’s hand rested on the small of his back, rubbing soothing circles that were less than comforting now.

“You’re doing so good baby just two more.” Ponk’s voice promised, sending shivers done Sam's spine with just the tone of his voice. Sam couldn’t stop the noise that spilled from his throat this time as he dragged the pen across the false flesh. “More pressure baby, your strokes are too light.”

“I’ve never had that complaint before.” Sam swallowed, giving a light awkward chuckle to his own joke as he did as instructed, all the while his tail wagged excitedly behind him. Ponk couldn’t help his snort, something that seemed to put Sam at ease as the hybrid relaxed against him just enough for Ponk to feel it.

Sam was certainly cute, that much Ponk was sure of.

“Like that?” Sam’s voice pulled Ponk from his thoughts and he quickly looked up. Sucking in a deep breath through the filter of his mask, Ponk looked back at the fake skin to find that Sam had done exactly as he had asked. Four lines right next to each other, all an inch long.

“Yeah just like that.” Ponk would smile as his left hand left Sam’s thigh to pick up a wipe from the cart, leaving a chill in his wake at the loss. It was offered out for Sam to take but for a moment the mob didn’t dare move. For too scared of his own body. When Ponk didn’t show any signs of swaying, with a trembling hand he took the wet wipe to wipe at the fake skin to clean it of extra ink. He could hardly focus on the fact that his four lines barely showed as Ponk leaned even closer, peeking over his shoulder to inspect his work.

The line was uneven, the first two barely being lines from when Sam didn’t go deep enough but the last line showed improvement. Mediocre at best but this was Sam’s first time, and Ponk would never be mean.

“See?” Ponk hummed right against Sam’s pointed ear. “ It’s not so scary, you did amazing pretty boy.”

“Oh sweet fuck.” He heard Sam utter under his breath, promising a sweeter reaction if Ponk pressed a little more. Sam was already trembling as he shifted in his seat, trying desperately to get comfortable. It was an addictive sight. One Ponk wanted to capture and enjoy again and again when he couldn’t have the real thing.

“I’m sorry pumpkin, was it too much?” Ponk cooed against Sam’s ear, though he knew he went too far when the mob placed the wipe and machine down on the bench. His own trembling hands going to cover his flushed face, though his wagging tail gave Sam away as it patted Ponk’s inner thigh. “Deep breaths Sammie.” He soothed as the hand at the small of Sam’s back began to rub slow circles. It was meant to be calming but Sam’s reaction was immediate as he arched into the touch, barely stifling another one of those whines behind his hands.

For a moment, neither would move nor spoke. They sat in silence listening to Sam’s little pants as he tried to calm himself like a dog that got too hot. It would only be when Sam let out a deep sigh and those little noises stopped did Ponk even think about the idea of opening his mouth.

“Are you okay?” He spoke quietly. Sam didn’t respond for a long moment. Unable to trust his own voice so he instead nodded his head with his face still buried in his hands. “Do you wanna stop baby?” Once more, Sam didn’t answer but his silence was enough of an answer. The sweet mob was too polite, to be honest, so Ponk would be content to accept the silence as confirmation.

Ponk took this time to lean forward to unplug the machine and pushed the pen further from Sam for his own comfort. He had pushed the mob out of his comfort zone, and he would take responsibility for it.

“I’m sorry…” Sam would whisper though Ponk was quick to shut it down.

“It’s fine don’t be sorry.” He promised as he pulled up the peddle to place it atop the bench and tugged off his pink gloves. “You did so good Sammie, not bad at all for your first time.”

“I did good?”

“Mhm so good baby.” This seemed to put Sam at ease as his shoulders fell with relief as he peeled back his own gloves, though it would take a moment before his hand would slowly fall from his face as he leaned back against Ponk. Effectively stopping the shorter man's clean up but he didn’t mind for a second as he quickly adjusted to hold what little weight Sam was putting on him now. “What a good boy.”

A new noise emitted from the flushed hybrid. It was soft and soothing, a happy purr that sent Ponk spiraling. He didn’t even know creepers could purr.

“Thank you,” Sam said quietly even if it didn’t really fit into the conversation, he felt as if it was needed after such affectionate words.

“What for?” Ponk said with that smirk the mob adored on his pierced lips. It was pathetic but Sam was lost the moment those red eyes were staring into his own. Unable to form any words or thoughts as he slowly shrugged his shoulders. This pulled a chuckle from Ponk, though Sam wasn’t sure what was funny. “That’s okay baby,” Ponk promised as his head knocked lightly against Sam’s face, pulling a content sigh from the mob. “You did really good for me.” Sam knew it was the overstimulation from the situation but he really liked when Ponk talked to him like that. He liked when Ponk praised him and called him a good boy.

“Thank you,” Sam said again.

“Thank you for taking my lesson and keepin’ me company.” Ponk hummed, his eyes glancing between Sam’s eyes and his lips. They were already so close, their lips barely an inch apart without either realizing it until now.

“I-I really like your company,” Sam admitted.

“I like yours too. We should uh we should do this more often…” Ponk mumbled in a hushed voice before their lips finally connected. It was soft, and Sam was just as sweet as Ponk had fantasized about, but such softness wouldn’t last long. They pulled apart, each dazed in the idea of what they had just done before they were pressed against each other once more.

Lips against lips as they lavished in the feeling of the other. Neither really led at first until Ponk dared to test the boundaries as he dragged his tongue over Sam’s bottom lip, finding amusement in how Sam obeyed immediately at the smallest hint. Such a good boy. Ponk smirked as he slipped his pierced tongue past the small opening in Sam’s mouth, lapping at the mob's sharp teeth. Ponk’s tongue felt odd as it dragged across Sam’s sharp teeth, the metal of his tongue piercing clanked against his mouth but Sam couldn’t help his own more. Confirming this was a mutual want.

It felt like a power trip of the best kind to see Sam like this. So sweet and needy as he purred so nicely for Ponk. With the soft pants and the warmth of their bodies pressed against each other like needy teenagers, something neither seemed to mind as trembling hands rested on Ponk's shoulders while skilled hands held onto Sam's waist. It felt oddly Innocent even as Ponk's tongue toyed with Sam's own. It was hot but gentle in the way that neither wanted to frighten the other.

Not that either would leave at this point even as they pulled away for air, a thin line of saliva connecting their lips. Sam was panting, smoke spilling from his lips in little puffs as his chest rose and fell subtly. It was now Ponk would wonder just how much experience Sam had.

It seemed like a lot looking at Sam's precious boyfriend but Ponk didn't know much about Sam's love life to begin with or his personal life in general. Even now as Sam leaned in close, Ponk couldn't completely confirm if the mob was single. Not that it would have stopped him now.

"That-that was really neat." Sam painted out, earning a chuckle from Ponk.

"Neat?" He smirked while raising a hand to the mob's features, wiping Sam's face of drool with his thumb.

"Mhm." The creeper pressed his face against Ponk's palm, purring so sweetly as he rubbed his chin into the artist's calloused hands. Smudging his claiming scent behind like a rabbit. "Can we do it again?" One eye peeked up to look back at Ponk.

The action left Ponk on edge instantly as he watched with flushed interest. It was a gentle and submissive action, only adding to the blissful expression on the purring creeper's face that was pulling Ponk in. How could he say no to his request?

With a smirk, Ponk leaned in to give Sam exactly what he wanted. A mini make-out session, nothing more. Ponk would expect Sam to want more, not with how shy the mob was. How he could barely keep eye contact with Ponk, how he trembled even now as if he were close to orgasm. They would be slow and the artist was content with just the taste of Sam's lips even as the kiss grew feverish. They stayed like that for a moment, but only a moment before Sam tried to ask for more, much to Ponk's surprise.

It started so subtle that Ponk missed it as Sam's hands slid down his shoulders, and nearly missing it as those curious hands tugged at the front of his hoodie for more. It would only be when Sam started to whine and nibble on Ponk's lips did he get the message. Even then his touches were slow as he felt up Sam's sides with his free hand, not daring to go under the shirt until Sam whined for more.

A needy baby. Ponk smirked with the thought as his hand slid down the front of Sam's body, feeling his softer stomach under the shirt even as the mob tried to suck in under his touch. As his ringed fingers slide under the dark green t-shirt, Sam whimpered so sweetly in between kisses. Ponk worried he had done something wrong as his hand lay flat on Sam's stomach. He pulled away just a few inches to look at the hybrid, staring into those vibrant green eyes that begged for more.

“What’s wrongs?” Sam asked, his ‘S’ slurred with a rumbling hiss. Making his already soft-spoken voice almost unheard despite sitting so close. It was oddly precious as the mob instantly lowered his head, nuzzling his warm cheek against Ponk’s palm to show submission. As if that had been why Ponk stopped.

“Nothing nothing,” Ponk promised with a chuckle as he pulled Sam closer by his jaw, and the mob followed his hand quickly. He couldn’t help but give a light squeeze with Sam sitting so close, making his black lips pucker just to press a gentle kiss against them. The action was met with a loud purr while Sam’s tail thumped loudly against the stool. He pulled back to look at the mob, taking in Sam’s dazed expression. It shouldn’t have been so surprising that the mob was a submissive, his behavior should have been an obvious sign but Ponk had been fooled by Sam’s size and muscles. Being a dominant in the bedroom himself, he found Sam even more irresistible now. So ready to obey and please. A control he loved, but with control, he needed to make sure his sub was comfortable and enjoying themselves. “Just checkin’ in… Do you like our kisses?”

Sam nodded their head quickly, even leaning in to press his lips against the corner of Ponk’s mouth to prove it. It pulled a chuckle from Ponk though he took this time to slowly move his fingertips as they rest against Sam’s lower abdomen, toying with the slightly outgrown happy trail there.

“And do you like this?” The mob stared for a moment, those radiative green iris in a sea of black looked so lost for a moment. Shortly Sam would nod his head, his pointed ears flopping with the motion but Ponk’s hand was already pulling away with the hesitation. He’d rather avoid touching entirely if Sam wasn’t sure he wanted it but the mob was quick to react this time as a large hand wrapped around Ponk’s wrist.

“No please touch.” His voice wavered, his chin tucking down against his chest in shame with asking. Ponk couldn’t help himself from staring as Sam’s eyes were locked on their laps. He looked so sweet, so delicious, like this. Ponk just wanted to have him all to himself.

He chuckled, shaking his head, “If you keep looking like that I’m going to end up pinning you against the wall.”

“Okay.” Sam blushed, though his tail wagged happily with the idea. Once more, Ponk paused to stare as if to contemplate if Sam was serious. He tried not to dwell on such a thought as he let his hand fall back on Sam’s stomach, picking up where he left off while the mob's clawed hand slid further up his arm. Wrapping around his shoulders until Sam was holding him while Ponk pulled up his shirt, touching and groping blindly with his face tucked against Sam’s neck where he would happily start to nibble. Being gentle at first to give Sam the chance to tell him to stop before he happily bit down on the freckled skin, leaving an indent that left Sam squealing.

It was such a pleasant sound as Ponk sucked on the indent, bruising the skin more until a dark hickey formed above the hem of the mob's t-shirt. Right where Ponk, and everyone else, could see. Though he didn’t stop with one as he nibbled and sucked every centimeter he could reach until his chin and Sam’s neck were damp with saliva. When it felt like he ran out of room, he moved further down.

First tugged around the hem of Sam’s shirt before he would pull back, much to the trembling mob's dismay, just to push Sam’s shirt over his pec where Ponk would happily bite the soft skin. One hand groped the pec Ponk wasn’t paying attention to, teasing the nipple with his thumb while his mouth worked on the other. Switching when he felt right while his other hand squished the soft flesh of Sam’s side. Worshipping the body before him until the mob was squirming and panting.

“Ponkie-” Sam pleaded so nicely, making his cock twitch in his sweatpants as he looked up at the mob. Poor thing looked close to tears and they hadn’t even begun. Ponk smirked as he pulled back to look at Sam, only for the mob the quickly lunge forward to press his lips against Ponk’s own in desperation.

The kiss was needy and heated as drool peeked from the corner of their mouths. Only to be swapped in the rolling of their tongues until Ponk keep feel smoke seeping into his mouth, burning his lungs like a cigarette. Even then neither pulled away as smoke spilled from the corner of their mouths like a sloppy shotgun kiss. With his own wants guiding him, Ponk’s hands were on Sam’s inner thighs through his jeans, feeling them up until he reached the crotch of the mob's jeans. The poor thing was already so hard, pressing against the front of his jeans uncomfortable as Ponk cupped the tent. Pulling a soft gasp from the mob who bucked against his hand but then Sam reached a hand down to grab at Ponk’s wrist once more.

“W-Wait-” Ponk raised his hand quickly as they pulled back once more. Sam looked like a mess gasping for breath as he tried to find the words. Still, the artist waited with the thought that he had overstepped his boundaries but then Sam surprised him all over again. “The windows, someone’s going to see.” He reminded Ponk of where they were as the artist looked around the empty shop.

It was dark out now with only the lights from within the parlor, making it hard to look outside at the dark street. Someone could have already seen them and neither would have been none the wiser. Ponk nodded his head at Sam’s words as he blew the creeper's smoke from his mouth as if he had taken a long drag of a cigarette seconds prior. Maybe another time then-

“Can…Can you show me the supply closet again?” Sam's voice trembled as if each other took a lot out of him but then he would rest his hand on Ponk’s thigh, giving it a light squeeze to tell Ponk just what he wanted like a good boy.

Ponk stuttered this time as he looked at Sam, having to process the suggestion before he would nod his head. It felt too good to be true as he stood up on wobbly knees before he would offer his hand out for Sam to take, and the mob did with a gentleness that felt forbidden for all the things Ponk wanted to do to him.

Still, Sam held his hand as they walked to the back of the parlor to revisit the supply closet. Ponk unlocked it with his keys before he would pull open the door, letting Sam step in before he followed. It was a cramped space, not ideal for much activity. Not Ideal for all the positions Ponk had fantasized about putting the mob in but as he flicked on the lights and looked back at the mob it was obvious Sam wouldn’t be able to make it to either of their apartments. Ponk couldn’t wait either, and if his dick was good enough he imagined they would be doing this again.

As the door clicked shut, he took in the sight of the trembling big mob. Sam’s arms were crossed over his chest, standing awkwardly off to the side as he fell into his shy habits despite the fact that he had been the one to suggest this. He was staring at the floor, only glancing at Ponk for a few seconds before those glowing green eyes looked back at the floor in a rush. As if he were in trouble.

“You okay?” Ponk whispered to the mob, watching as those dazed eyes finally looked at him for more than a few seconds before Sam would nod his head with his mouth clamped shut. Ponk nodded his head in understanding. “Come here.” He offered a handout and Sam took it quickly, his ears pinned against his head in a submissive manner as he slowly stepped closer.

When Sam was close enough Ponk would let his hand go in favor of resting his hands on the mob's waist to drag him in closer. Sam melted against him instantly as their lips locked in a soothing kiss. The mob trilled against his pierced lips, followed swiftly by the return of that soft purr.

Ponk liked this side of Sam.

Though he might have just really liked Sam. Sam liked Ponk, that much seemed obvious now as he pressed into Ponk. He started so slow as if Ponk wouldn't notice when those clawed hands gripped the front of his hoodie. Pleading not so silently.

"You are such a needy bitch." Ponk smirked just to tease, unprepared for the shameless moan that slipped from Sam's lips. Unprepared for how the mob forced his lips against Ponk's this time, taking what he wanted in his own desperation.

If Ponk wasn't hot under his hoodie, he surely was now as he bit Sam's bottom lip just to hear the little whimper. Like a bitch in heat, the mob begged for more. Ponk wouldn't consider himself a sadist. He liked being rough with his partners, he liked making them squirm and beg until their throats were raw and craved only his praise but all within pre-discussed comfort zones. This scene was familiar so he took a gamble.

Pulling back from Sam just to push the mob back against the door. As the door rattled, he worried he had pushed Sam too hard even with his large size but then the sweet florist was whimpering. Not in pain as they looked back at Ponk with those pitiful eyes that could barely look him in the eyes. Oh, Ponk was going to enjoy breaking him.

"You would be into being pushed around." Ponk mocked in a cruel tone despite how he happily pinned Sam against the door with his body. The mob looked so precious with his eyes wide, staring down at Ponk as if he hadn't been as easy as a book to read. " You really are a slut." Sam whined, his knees nearly buckling under him.

The artist's hands were on Sam's waist, not being subtle as he ground his hips against the mob. Making the sweet florist whimper and gasp as he rutted against Ponk, already so hard despite the minimum touches. He could feel Sam's cock pressing against his stomach, twitching pathetically in his pants each time Ponk was mean to him.

With the hybrids back to the wall, Ponk couldn’t force himself to wait as his hands were ravenously grabbed at Sam’s body. Cupping and grasping at every dip and curve until Sam was panting against his lips. Not so silently begging for more while Ponk pressed against him, pressing himself against the front of Sam’s pants just to tease the poor mob with friction that would never be enough for him.

The creeper's submissive side hadn’t been what Ponk expected to see tonight but he wasn’t complaining as he dragged his tongue over Sam’s jaw, all the way to the mobs awaiting mouth where Sam greedily lapped his tongue against Ponk’s.

“Please,” Sam repeated in a slurred beg as he gripped the front of Ponk’s hoodie, tugging on it as if it would make Ponk give him what he wanted faster.

Ponk relished in the begging, “Starvin’ aren’t you?” He was answered with a low whine. “Settle.” He commanded, though still wasn’t completely ready for Sam to obey so quickly as he tried to silence his noises. Failing pathetically but he tried. “Good boy,” Ponk purred as he grabbed Sam’s face.

“ ‘m sorry,” Sam whined, trying to pull himself together. Though that thought was bashed as Ponk raised a calloused hand to touch his face. Just fingertips at first as they brushed against his jaw, and then he held Sam’s jaw in his palm with such care. Sam felt like putty as he melted against the shorter man's hand just as Ponk’s hold tightened on his jaw. It didn’t hurt, nor was it uncomfortable, so Sam didn’t pull away even as Ponk began tilting his head. First left and right, followed by lifting Sam’s head by the chin before he tilted Sam’s head back down. The action went over Sam’s head as he blindly obey Ponk’s silent command.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing. It’s hot. I like when my bitches beg.” Ponk sucked in a breath." And you have the prettiest voice for it."

Sam whined like a dog with his words. It sounded like heaven to Ponk’s pierced ears even with the low hiss that followed each plea.

"Ponkie…" The mob breathed out as he kissed the artist's palm, kissing and licking at the skin like a desperate mutt seeking approval. Unable to contain himself.

"Do you always act like this around pretty men?" Ponk hummed, taking in the sight with amusement.

"Like… like what?" Sam asked as he nuzzles against Ponk's palm, pleading for an ounce of affection.

"Like a cock sleeve that's never gotten dick before."

He'd watch as Sam froze up, his eyes widening once more. Barely getting out any syllables as he tried to justify his actions. To apologize for how he was acting as if Ponk wasn't also impossible hard just watching and listening to his dick dumb baby.

"You've gotten awfully quiet, why so shy now?" Ponk mocked, watching as Sam crumbled. His head bowed in his own shame as he pressed his cheek against Ponk's wrist, trying to show he was good.
"Let me guess," Ponk hummed." Big, strong man that's too ashamed to admit out loud he wants to be walked like a dog and fucked like he's just a hole." Focused red eyes met green eyes, a bead of sweat rolling from Sam's forehead. "It's that what you want Sammie? You just want to be a tight hole for me to put my cock in?" The mob folded with Ponk's words, a moan spilling from his lips. "You wouldn't even need to be touched, you're so pathetic you'd cum from just being used, wouldn't you?"

It took a moment but Sam would pitifully nod his head, giving Ponk just what he wanted.

"Well don't worry pretty baby. You're going to look so pretty on my cock. I'm going to use you however I want, and you're going to be a good boy and take it like the slut we both know you are, understand?" Sam nodded his head slowly." No. Say it. I need a verbal response." The mob stuttered, and Ponk knew he was asking for a lot.

Sam barely talked as it was, the poor thing hadn't said more than a few words since they had first kissed. A mute puppy but Ponk needed to hear it. He needed to hear that monotone voice say he wanted this as much as he did.

It took a moment, and Ponk waited, before the mob would slowly open their mouth," I-I" Sam's gaze shifted to the floor, unable to look Ponk in the eye now." I want—need—you to-to…" Sam grew quiet, his ears hanging low with his shame. "I need you to use me like the h-hole I am." He whimpered pitifully.

Just what Ponk wanted to hear.

"Good boy, I know that was tough." Ponk praised with a kiss to silence Sam's whimpers." Now, why don't you be a really good boy for me and get on your knees."

The creeper looked at him with wide eyes but he obeyed without struggle as Sam settled on his knees in front of the artist, using the wall behind him as leverage. Oh, Ponk was really liking this power Sam was giving him.

“Good boy.” He praised, watching as Sam’s large ears raised with interest to show he liked what Ponk was telling him.

Ponk skillfully unbuckled his red belt, letting it hang as he tugged the button of his jeans until it came undone before he was stopped.

"Can I touch it?" Sam asked before Ponk could give him any command. The artist paused, watching as those large eyes peeked up at him with such up. Sitting so nicely with his hands planted on the floor between his legs, making his back arch so nicely from Ponk's point of view. "Please?"

Ponk paused as if he were thinking about it before he finally spoke, “You have been a good boy for me, Sammie. I guess you deserve a treat, as long as you know it is a treat.”

“I-I know Ponkie. It’s a privilege.” Sam's mouth was watering, barely able to sit pretty much longer in his own excitement.

“Don’t forget it." Reaching into the front of his briefs, Ponk pulled out his already hard cock. Two gold frenum ladder piercings lines the bottom of his cock, long since healed and ready to be admired. He stroked it a few times before he peeked back at the sweet hybrid to find Sam staring with wide eyes as he waited for his turn. His mouth was clamped shut, trying to muffle his little whimper but Ponk could hear it still. "Alright, you can touch it-"

He hardly finished his sentence before the greedy mob was leaning forward to touch for himself. The mob looked so sweet staring up at Ponk, those large pointed ears framing his face in innocence as a shaky hand wrapped around the base of Ponk’s thick cock. His eyes would shift to look at what he was doing, a flushed mess as he dragged his hand up and down a few times. Cautious around the shorter man's piercings when his palms grazed over the underside of his cock.

Sam's movements were slow at first as his other hand rested on Ponk's thigh, giving it a soft squeeze every so often. It was obvious the mob didn't really know what he was doing, adding to Sam's already innocent appearance. Ponk wanted to chuckle at Sam's behavior but didn't dare. His baby was learning so he would give him another minute to touch.

“Sorry I-I’ve never been in a situation like this before,” Sam admitted quietly, that shy demeanor returning when he needed to perform despite the deep groan he was pulling from Ponk as he teased the tip with his thumb.

“Sex?”

Sam looked surprised, “I’ve had sex.” This caused Ponk to snicker at the mob’s defensive behavior. “Don’t laugh at me-”

“Don’t get bratty with me.” Ponk rested a hand atop Sam’s head, combing his fingers through the short green strands. Sam was quiet for a moment, his face flushed as he slowly averted his gaze.

Sam pouted, “I have.” His voice was quiet.“ I just…I just don’t spend much time in supply closets.”

“I can tell.”

“Oh? And how much time do you spend in closets like this?” Sam's brows furrowed as he stared up at Ponk.

“Enough to know you could be doing better.” The mob's features seemed to soften with the claim. Staring at Ponk as if waiting for the artist to tell him what he was supposed to do to please him. Waiting for Ponk to tell him what he could be doing better as his hand slowed to a stop completely.

He almost felt bad for teasing the mob, but that feeling quickly left with the low whine Sam let out. The mob shifted on his knees to be closer, his ears pinned against his head in that same submissive manner as before to show he wasn't trying to challenge Ponk. To show he just wanted to learn how to please Ponk so he can do better.

Those noises burned in his thoughts. Gripping at Ponk’s own lust with iron claws until he took a hold of Sam’s wrist that lay on his cock, and then made a motion for the other. Without a word or a second thought, Sam would give it to him. Something Ponk would give soft praise for even as he crossed Sam’s wrist over his head.

With Sam’s back already resting against the wall, it wasn’t hard to pin the sweet mob as Ponk abruptly pinned Sam’s wrist against the wall above his head. When Sam’s head bounced off of the wall with the sudden motion, he would feel bad for a slit second before the mob would moan out loud at the treatment. Practically staring up at Ponk with hearts in his eyes as the artist stood in front of him. His yellow sneakers were on either side of Sam’s thighs, further pinning the creeper's larger body against the wall with his body.

With Ponk’s hard cock brushing against his cheek now, Sam lacked his usual shyness as his lips parted quickly. Not waiting to be told what to do as he eagerly wrapped his lips around the tip. Hungrily lapping his tongue at what little he had in his mouth until his cheeks would hollow as he lightly bobbed his head around the tip. Proving to the artist that he could do better, that he could be good. On any other day, Ponk could have gotten off to the view alone and light treatment but right now he wanted more.

After thinking about the mob so often, about how sweet Sam would sound when he got him alone, Ponk wanted so much more. He was going to use Sam until he was done.

“What a good bitch you are,” Ponk purred out between pants, feeling Sam’s breath hitch around his cock as those eyes quickly looked up at him. “-but-” With his free hand, he pushed Sam’s head back against the wall, letting his cock drop from the hybrids hot mouth. Sam whined with the loss but obeyed so nicely as he rolled his head just how Ponk wanted it. “I’m going to need you to be really good and keep that pretty mouth open for more.”

Sam looked uncertain at first, glancing between Ponk's thick cock and up at his face for a moment, swallowing the lump in his throat before his mouth would hang open. Waiting to be stuffed once more like the proper slut they both knew he could be. Such a good boy.

Ponk would offer soft praise under his breath but wasted little time as he used his free hand to grab Sam’s jaw before he shoved his cock inside of the mob's mouth. It was hot and wet as Sam tried to close his lips around what was in his mouth but the hold on his jaw forced the mob to keep his mouth open. Something Ponk would feel bad about as drool already began spilling out of the corner of Sam's mouth, though it only lasted for a second when those wide black eyes locked with his own.

Chewing on his bottom lip, Ponk pushed his cock further inside the mob’s mouth though he didn't settle this time until his balls were pressed against Sam’s chin. Filling the mob’s throat with his cock in a quick thrust as drool gushed from the corner of Sam’s mouth, spilling down his neck without care for how wet his shirt was getting until the sweet mob was left fidgeting. Squirming uncomfortably with this new feeling of something in his throat. Ponk could see the panic starting to settle in as Sam tried to breathe, forgetting like every first-timer that he could breathe through his nose.

Sam was trying so hard despite the surprise on his face to not panic, to not pull away, but Ponk could see Sam’s claws digging into the front of the mob’s pants. Gripping at his own thighs to keep himself from moving.

Ponk groan out loud as Sam tried to swallow around his size, only adding to the poor mob’s panic as he started to gag. Causing more spit to gush from the poor mob’s mouth. When Sam tried to pull off, his head would only hit the wall behind him. Keeping him trapped between Ponk and the wall until the artist would take pity on Sam and pull out. Saliva ropes connected Sam’s lips and his sloppy cock even as the sudden rush of air caused Sam to cough violently. Though the hand on Sam’s jaw didn’t ease up, keeping Sam right where Ponk wanted him as he tried to catch his breath.

“For someone who says you had sex you sure are acting like a virgin.” Ponk mocked as he tipped Sam’s head to look up at him, his own red eyes staring into those glowing green irises as tears bubbled in the corner of Sam’s eyes.

“ Mm sorry,” Sam panted out. “I’m sorry, I-I’ve never been on the-the giving end-”

“I didn’t ask for an excuse.” Ponk corrected as he dragged his thumb across Sam’s bottom lip, wiping at the drool lazily. “It’s cute.” He was sure he could see Sam’s blush getting darker by the second. “But I’m going to need you to relax baby, can you do that for me? Can you be good and take it?”

There was a moment of hesitation before Sam would nod his head again. Only taking another second before his head would fall back against the wall like Ponk had moved him prior. His mouth opened once more, letting his tongue roll out this time so it wouldn’t get in the way this time. Ponk would wait til Sam seemed ready before he would push his cock inside the mob’s hot mouth. This time Sam still gagged but he kept still, letting Ponk’s thick cock glide across his tongue until the mob’s blackened nose was pressed flat against Ponk’s abdomen.

It still lacked any gentleness as Ponk kept his cock buried in Sam’s mouth, lavishing in the feeling of the mob’s tongue squirming against the underside of his dick, practically shining his piercings. Ponk groaned with the feeling as he leaned his weight on the door behind Sam's head, shifting his hips as if he could get any closer to the heat wrapped around his cock. Practically smoothing the mob with his body.

Only when Sam would relax would Ponk’s grip on his jaw tighten as he pulled out only an inch before pushing himself back inside. Drool gushed from the corners of Sam’s mouth still, trinkling into Ponk’s hand, but he didn’t mind as it lubed his cock with each rough thrust. The noises filling the supply closet were sloppy and wet with only Ponk’s own noises to break up because the artist wasn’t kind or gentle as he used Sam’s mouth like a personal fleshlight. Keeping Sam’s mouth open wide just so he could jam his dick down the mob's throat over and over again, making a mess of the sweet florist without mercy.

It sounded cruel with the sight of the tears streaming down Sam’s face but the mob was lost in his own pleasure. Moaning and pleading around the girth in his throat as he was finally being used. If Sam had just asked weeks prior Ponk would have been happy to give the mob just what he wanted.

He should have known something was up when the florist was always trying to get his attention. Ponk had just thought he was all in his head, that he was just thinking looking too deep into his Sam leaned in so close, how soft his voice became when he spoke to Ponk even just those few words. He felt almost silly for not seeing it sooner but it wasn't as if he hadn't tried to sweet talk the mob into something more, he only wished he tried more to get to know Sam more personally.

It was almost funny that the shy mob had been the one to make the first move with his bouquet of flowers.

“Oh fuck baby-” Ponk panted as he raised his hips just to drop them against Sam’s face, shoving his cock inside until Sam couldn’t breathe just to pull out again just in time to let the mob suck in a breath through his nostrils. “Fuck you’re doing so good baby, such a good cock sleeve.” He praised.

And Sam was taking it so well despite his ears laying flat against the side of his head. Even as tears mixed pitifully with the drool running down his face each time Ponk used his mouth like a personal fleshlight. He took it like a champ each time the artist's cock penetrated his throat. Poor slut was going to be hoarse tomorrow.

Something Ponk would enjoy every second of as he jammed his cock into the sweet florist's mouth at a fast pace. Keeping Sam pinned against the wall where he could use him all he wanted without the mob pulling away until he was finished. Just like they both wanted.

With a final low groan, Ponk pulled his hips back until his cock slopped out of the hybrid's mouth. Sam's reaction was instant as he pleaded loudly to keep going in between his coughing fit, barely able to catch his breath before he was begging Ponk to put it back in.

"I-I can take it Ponkie-" He promised as tears ran down his face, leaving streaks in their wake. "Please please I-I can keep going."

"Easy baby easy, deep breaths." Ponk reminded as he pet Sam's head, letting his fingers tangle in the dark green mess. Without a thought, Sam pressed into his hand even as soft please still left his drooling lips. Pleading to be used again as he nuzzles his head against Ponk's palm.

Apart of Ponk wanted to give Sam just what he wanted. To shove his cock back inside and fuck the mob’s mouth until he was filling his throat with cum. Maybe Sam would be satisfied but as Ponk stared down at the mob now- he wanted more.

"We're not done yet baby," He promised as he dragged Sam in close, allowing the mob to rest his head against Ponk's abdomen. It was sweet as Sam instantly began nuzzling his cheek against Ponk's skin, purring and cooeing so nicely as he worshiped every inch of the skin he could touch as if even touching Ponk just a little was getting Sam off. His lips felt so soft as they placed rush kisses against the artist's hips and lower stomach, making his way to Ponk's cock and thighs all over again as he tried to cover as much ground with his mouth before the hand in Sam's head would stop him.

Like an animal, the cruel calloused hand held Sam's hair in a fist to keep the mob from squirming. Not pulling or being cruel, not that Ponk was against the idea but he wasn't sure where Sam's boundaries lay. The idea of dragging the creeper hybrid around like a mutt was hot but the mob looked spent as it was. Ponk wanted both of them to enjoy this.

“You really are a cock slut.” Ponk remarked though Sam didn’t flinch away from the name as he stared up at Ponk now. His lips parted as he has been caught mid-kiss. He looked as if he deserved a kiss, so that's just what Ponk did as he took a step back and leaned down to capture those lips in a heated kiss.

Without breaking the kiss, Ponk guided Sam slowly by the hair to shift his back from the door. Just enough so that when the artist pulled back he could instead push Sam to the floor. The mob caught himself on his elbows, his eyes wide as he stared up at Ponk. His shirt was raised, letting Ponk see Sam's green happy trail for himself before it would disappear under his belt. Ponk licked his lips at the sight as his eyes wandered further down just a few more inches to be staring at the large tent in Sam's pants.

Woof the mob was a big boy. His mouth watered at the sight as he stole a glance back at Sam's flushed features before Ponk finally settled himself on the floor between Sam's legs. Instinctively the sweet florist spread his legs, becoming Ponk in further without words needing to be said, and Ponk took that opportunity quickly.

The artist's hands rested on Sam's inner thighs, giving a light squeeze before they moved further between the mobs trembling thighs. As his hands hovered over the belt, he stole glances back at Sam's sweaty face to make sure it was okay before he unbuckled the belt. He barely pulled the others jeans and boxers down before his hands were reaching to grab Sam's cock for himself, feeling it twitching against his palm as his hand wrapped around the thick base.

"God damn baby." Ponk snickered as he pumped his hand over Sam's flushed cock, causing precum to drool from the tip until it smeared across Sam's shirt. Already making such a mess and they hadn't even gotten to the fun part.

"Ponk-" Sam painted as his hips bucked into Ponk's hand instinctively, pulling a loud whine from the mob. His neglected cock finally getting the attention it has been begging for.

"Quite the big boy, aren'cha Sammie," He teased as his hand pumped up and down quickly, just to get a reaction out of Sam as the mob arched his back off of the floor to press into his touch. " But you don't know how to use this thing, do you?" Ponk watched Sam's face, watching the shame cross those handsome features. Answering his questions without words. "Seems like a waste."

Sam scrambled to please Ponk," I-I don't- I've never topped before Ponkie-" The mob admitted in a trembling tone, shame dripping with each word at the idea that he wouldn't be able to give Ponkie what he wanted. "But-But I'll do my best I promise-"

"Nobody said anything about you topping." Ponk reminded in a calm tone as he stroked the hybrid's twitching cock for a moment longer. "I just wanted to remind you how pathetic you are. Can't even use your big cock right-" Sam whimpered loudly, rolling his head back in ecstasy " Whore. You really are only good for being fucked. Just a hole."

The mob sobbed with Ponk's words, his cock twitching in the artist’s hands as pre cum spilled heavily from the tip. Oozing over Ponk's knuckles until he would release Sam's cock to wipe his hand on the mob's stomach. Pulling yet another loud noise of bliss from the pitiful mob as he was used like a cum rag. They were both getting a little too into this but stopping hadn't crossed eithers mind.

"Take your pants off," Ponk commanded, watching as Sam scrambled to push his tight jeans and boxers down. Barely kicking off his boots before he got them around his ankles and off. He looked back at Ponk, sitting in his socks and shirt now, waiting to be told what to do next but for a long moment Ponk was silent. Just staring at the mob in all his glory.

Sam was muscular but with a softness in his stomach and thighs of a man that ate well. Of a man Ponk would be happy to cook for. A bear joke teased Ponk's tongue as he watched Sam squirm under his gaze, closing his legs slowly as if he had any right to be shy now. It was almost cute watching how Sam tugged his shirt down over his stomach, trying to hide himself as if Ponk hadn't been kissing his ass for the past month just for a chance to see the mob like this.

Ponk swallowed, "Get…Get on your hands n knees." Without a word, Sam obeyed quickly as he settled quickly on his knees, and then leaned forward on his forearms. His tail curled up to present his ass to Ponk. Despite having a lot of partners in the past, Sam was quickly one of the prettiest Ponk had the pleasure of admiring.

With a forced calm, Ponk took his place behind Sam. For a moment, his hands rested on the mob's ass to grope the pudge he had been staring at for the past few months for himself. Fuck Sam was so pretty-

"Fuck," Ponk mumbled under his breath as he pulled his hands but just to hastily tug off the rings on his dominant hand, letting the jewelry hit the floor in his rush to get them all off. Once they were off there were no niceties or beating around the bush as he spit into his hand to smear across Sam's hole, causing the mob to shiver with the feeling. Ponk tried to take his time with it as he sunk his finger into Sam's hot hole, waiting for the sweet mob to stop clenching around the feeling before he would even attempt to start moving it in and out at a slow pace. Letting Sam adjust at his own pace because truthfully Ponk wasn't sure how much experience Sam had.

The creeper hybrid said he never topped before, and Ponk didn't think Sam was a virgin but he'd rather play it safe and instead let Sam's body tell him when he was ready for more. And Sam wasn’t quiet about what felt good as the mob gasped and moaned for the world to hear, filling the small spaces with those noises that were driving Ponk wild. It was easy to fall into a rhythm when Sam was pressed back against his knuckles, practically setting his own pace until Ponk would push a second finger in. His movements would slow then, letting the artist pump his fingers in and out at a slow pace until the sweet mob would start to wiggle all over again to let him know he could speed up.

For a while, they stayed like this until Ponk would pull his fingers out, causing Sam to whine as the mob tried to chase the sensation until his ass was pressed against Ponk. The sight was breathtaking and only got better when Sam peeked over his shoulder back at the artist to see what was taking so long. Those large black eyes brimmed with tears and lust. He looked so pretty, and even prettier when he wobbled to spread his legs another inch apart to offer himself to Ponk.

“I don’t,” Ponk sucked in a breath.” I don’t have a condom.” He admitted as the realization only hit him now, and he wasn’t aware of any in the shop. But for the thousandth time that night the hybrid surprised him with a very quiet-

“I-I have one, in my jeans.” Ponk paused mentally but only for a moment as he watched the hybrid's head hang in shame, his neck a horrid flush that was only covered by Sam’s shirt.

“You planned for this?” Ponk asked as he reached for the mob's discarded jeans, tugging them closer to check the pockets. Just like the sweet florist had said there was a still-wrapped condom in his back pocket.

“No I didn’t- well I-I wanted to ask you out and and-”

“And you thought you’d get lucky?” Sam whimpered, his ears hanging low in his own shame. “You really are a slut.” The mob sobbed aloud, his tail wagging pathetically behind to betray how much he was enjoying this treatment.

“ Mm sorry Ponkie,” Sam pleaded even as Ponk quickly tore into the packaging. “Mmm ah hole,”

“Awe I know baby, nothing but a dumb hole, right?” Ponk purred as he hastily slide the condom over his tip, pulling it down his shaft with a few strokes while Sam quickly nodded his head in desperation. “Just a dumb hole that doesn’t know any better, you just wanna be fucked and filled.”

The mob was loud in the enclosed space of the closet, whimpering and sobbing like a slut despite having nothing in him to prove it. It only turned Ponk on more seeing the quiet florist so lost and needy as he nodded his head along to the artist’s cruel words.

“Bet you’d take let anyone fuck you.” Ponk teased as he settled behind Sam once more, his hands on the small of the hybrid's back. Barely putting any pressure before Sam would cave and arch his back so nicely to show off his hole. The mob was slow in his response before he slowly shook his head, his large ears flopping with the action. “No? I don’t know about that, you’ve been drooling for dick since you got here. And I don’t think you have any standards, letting yourself get fucked in a supply closet like a whore.”

Sam would pathetically shake his head again, “Just wanted you.” He answered softly. “Only for you to use.”

It turned something on in Ponk with the hybrid soft words. His own possessive behavior pulled at his thoughts and cock as he stared down at the trembling body before him.

He smiled,” That’s right baby,” Ponk purred as he pulled Sam’s hips back against him, teasing the tip of his cock against Sam’s abused hole before he took it in hand. This felt unreal. Like a dirty fantasy that Ponk was just seconds away from waking up. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth as he finally pushed inside, groaning lowly as Sam’s body tried desperately to make room for his cock. " That’s right, only-fuck-only mine to use.”

Sam was begging though it was barely proper words as his head flung back with the sudden entrance. Ponk wished he could see the hybrids face as he quickly bottomed out inside of the sweet mob. Maybe two fingers had been a little overzealous on his part. The sweet florist was still so tight despite his size, milking shutters out of Ponk each time his body clenched around the artist's cock.

The artist would be more worried about hurting the mob if Sam wasn’t already pressing back against him. Trying to keep the artist as deep as possible while he adjusted as if it had even crossed Ponk's mind to pull out.

“Fuck-” The mob’s voice was barely audible but he had Ponk’s full attention as his torso leaned forward, his back arching so nicely as he presented for Ponk. His eyes widened with the mouth-watering sight that was only made better by his own cock being buried deep between the mob’s cheeks, spreading his legs wide with his cock while Sam grew comfortable on his knees like a proper slut. He had been wanting to do this for so long and Sam was finally all his.

Ponk dragged his hips back just to quickly thrust back in with the soft slap of their bodies colliding. The recoil was near orgasm worthy itself but the noise that spilled from the mob just about did it. Sam ducked his head down to rest his forehead on the cold tile, moaning shamelessly for only Ponk to hear now as his body clenched around his cock.

When he was met with no hesitance, Ponk would give soft praise as he repeated the action, thrusting his cock out and in again just to make sure Sam could handle it before he would settle on a rough pace. His hips slapped against Sam’s skin as he rutted into the sweet florist like an animal without water finally getting that first lick, unable to stop his own hunger.

Neither minded the rough pace, not even as Sam’s arms grew weak under him and started to slide while he took everything Ponk would give him. Begging and praises squealing from his drooling lips like a noisy pig as he was thrust into again and again. His tail bounced with the movement, his claws nearly dug into the tile in this position. Leaving little marks in his wake.

Both so lost in the feeling and the sound the other was making each time Ponk buried his cock inside to even notice the artist's phone vibrating from where it had fallen on the floor in the rush to get the condom.

"Best ass I've had in a while," Ponk knew he was drooling as he gripped Sam's waist. He didn't try to correct it, not when the mob was clenching around him like he had never taken dick before. "Mm gonna use you when I want, whether I'm fucking your mouth or your ass, gonna keep you stuffed on my cock and you're going to love it."

"Yes please!" Sam begged, his head thrown back in ecstasy Losing his shy demeanor completely just to get fucked on a dirty floor in a supply closet. Not what Ponk was hoping for for their first date but it was exactly what Sam wanted. "Pleasepleaseplease fuck me like a slut-" Sam gasped out loud as a hand on the back of his neck pushed him down.

His lips touched the cold tile, his sweet damp hair sticking to the glossy as his face was shoved into the floor. It stung, something they both knew, but Ponk didn't slow for even a moment as he held Sam there like a dog getting punished.

"You are a slut. My slut. You're meant to take my dick and please me, that's all you're going to be good for. Just a dick dumb slut who can't keep their legs shut-" The pleasured loud sob Sam released was devourable as the mob's tail slapped against Ponk's stomach even as the artist gripped his hair. "You'd go commando if I told you to, wouldn't you. You like the idea of me just pulling down your pants and making you my bitch wherever I want."
"Could be helping a customer and you'd happily allow it if I wanted to fuck you right then at there in the counter because all you care about if getting your pretty hole filled, correct?" He emphasized his point with a deep thrust as his bare hips slapped against Sam's ass, making the sweet florist squeal.

"Oh fuck Ponkie-" Sam was gasping, smoke spilling from his lips. His body tightening around Ponk's own twitching cock as a warning." S-Slower please-"

"Say it Sam." Ponk didn't slow, only getting rough as he hit the mob’s prostate with each thrust.

"I'm gonna cummm-" Sam sobbed pathetically, dragging out each work with his own cries. "Please I-I just need your cock, all "He hiccuped," all I'll ever be g-good for is being a hole for you to use. You can-can fuck me whenever mm yours-"

The mob sounded so broken, Ponk was soaking up every moment. Drinking up every noise and please as he pounded into the sweet mob as if his career depended on it.

When Sam came it was surprisingly quiet as thick ropes of cum shot into the floor in one final sob before the poor thing collapsed under him. Lying in his own cum with his face agaisnt the floor while his cock twitch pathetically agaisnt the cold tile when Ponk didn't stop fucking him until he was done. And he wouldn't be done for another minute, making the sweet mob whimper and moan so quietly.

As Ponk reached his own orgasm, he pulled out with a hand on his own cock. In a fast motion he was pushing Sam over, making the exhausted mob roll on his back while Ponk pulled the condom off. Letting it drop right there in Sam's stomach while he stroked his cock quickly, ejaculating all over the florist without a second to spare as hot ropes of cum shot across Sam's spread thighs and stomach. Painting his shirt in both of their cum and Sam just lay there. Taking it.

Dazed and looking so lost as he watched Ponk make a mess of him with half-lidded eyes, panting smoke. His legs hadn't stopped shaking, keeping them nice and spread as if he were ready to be used again even after Ponk finished pumping his cock.

The artist collapsed atop of the florist, panting against Sam's chest for a few seconds before he rolled off of the mob to lay on the floor beside him. The room was nearly silent now with only the soft whines and pants spilling from the pair. Both far too sweaty and exhausted to move for the longest time.

"Holy shit." Ponk muttered between deep pants. Sam could only give a slight nod in agreement, his eyes shut as he tried to catch his breath. With his knees and elbows now promising rug burn, the mob began to purr in his own contentment as they lay there. It was nice. Lacking the usual awkwardness of a post-nut or a one-night stand. They just lay there, their arms barely touching but it was enough just to feel the other's presence.

They would have laid there all night given the chance but the vibration of Ponk's phone would pull his attention with a groan. He sat up with a huff, reaching for the orange case with stickers all over it to answer.

"Hello?" Ponk said groggily as his hand closest to Sam rested on the mob's bare thigh, rubbing gentle circles there to ease his tremble. He hadn't been prepared to hear Punz's voice on the other end, yelling at him for not answering his phone. Ponk pulled the phone from his ear to check the time only to find he was over an hour late. His heart raced as he quickly brought it back to his ear. "Sorry sorry I uh I got caught up."

Sam sat up beside him, leaning on him now as little kisses were pressed against Ponk's shoulder. His presence was comforting as Ponk found himself leaning against the mob, taking in the scent of sex and gunpowder musk that he was quickly finding endearing.

"Uh I don't know if I'll be able to make it yet," Ponk took a deep breath." I'll let you know in a few minutes." Something more was said but Ponk was only half paying attention until the line went dead. Only then did he turn to look at the sweet florist who honestly looked as if he were jumped with his ruffled hair and bruised neck.

Poor baby, Ponk would think as he leaned in to press a kiss against Sam's abused lips. It was softer now with the afterglow of an orgasm. It felt almost like pillow talk without the words.

"You can go with them," Sam mumbled, his voice already hoarse and slurred as he pulled back to press his forehead against Ponk's." Mm sorry I made you late-"

"No no don't apologize, it was well worth it baby. I'd be late for you anyday." He promised, pulling a rumbling chuckle from the mob.

"I'll try to remember that but I'm serious. Go have fun, and if you aren't too tired when you're done you can come celebrate with me some more at my place." Sam promised with a final kiss on Ponk's nose, making the tattoo artist stutter and only able to watch as Sam got up on trembling legs.

It was a sweet sight, one he enjoyed for only a moment in knowing he had done his job right as he pulled up his own pants before he was quickly scrambling to help Sam get dressed. Poor thing could hardly stand so it just turned into Ponk patiently waiting for the mob to step one foot at a time into the leg of his pants before the artist pulled them up for the mob. Zipping his jeans and buckling his belt before he would lean in for another kiss that Sam would happily give.

"Can I give you a ride home at least?" Ponk asked with his hands resting on Sam's hips, holding him there.

"I don't live that far-"

"And I don't want my baby walking home so late." Sam's ears perked with interest, his pupils growing with interest before Ponk's very eyes. He slowly nodded his head with a bashful blush, as if Ponk referring to Sam as 'his baby' was more intimate than what they had already done.

Still, Ponk quickly took the chance. He'd collect all of his things, and Sam would wait so patiently by the door as Ponk rushed to put away his equipment for the night. There would be one hell of a mess to clean up tomorrow but he would just come in early to clean it all up before anyone else saw. Once it was all put away and Ponk's pockets were full with his belongings, he took Sam's hand in his own and lead him out the door of the parlor. Locking it up before they would walk around the building into the alleyway to get on Ponk's motorcycle.

A glossy red that he adored as he quickly straddled the seat. Sam looked unsure as he stepped closer to the bike, though he relaxed a little more when Ponk offered the yellow helmet out for him to put on. Only then would Sam climb on the back, his arms instantly locked around Ponk's waist.

Just to get tighter when Ponk kicked off the engine and rolled them out of the alleyway. He didn't go as fast as he usually would down the empty street, not when he had such precious cargo that was gripping onto him. Though oddly enough it was still nice as the lights passed overhead. Really, really nice.

He wasn't sure if Sam liked this feeling as much as he did but he knew at the very least the mob didn't mind the drive when the mob’s head would slowly rise off of his shoulder to watch. Sam was purring, he could feel it against his back as they took a slightly longer route to get to Sam's apartment complex.

When they did finally reach the complex the pair would stop and talk for a moment. Nothing really important, just mumbled about having a great time. They shared a good night kiss before Ponk would watch as Sam slipped into the complex with a final wave.

The artist did end up joining his friends at the pub but to be bluntly honest his mind was occupied the entire time. The jokes about the little hickeys on his neck went over his head completely and he hardly touched his drink. Ponk didn't stay for more than an hour before he was right back where he had dropped Sam off, and the mob was happy to buzz him in.