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Neon Star Rising (BL)

[BL - Mature Content] In a cybperpunk future, a young man wakes up inside a box with no memories, and to two strangers making threats at him. Ivo doesn't know who he is. Or even if that's his name. But from there, he'll have no choice but to learn how to survive the dangerous neon streets of a city that has forgotten how to dream. His new reluctant allies keep him at a distance. Especially Davi, the mysterious guy who doesn't trust Ivo's memory loss and thinks he might be connected to the group of people responsible for all the misery in their city. The same people Ivo now has to steal information and tech from -- for the paying clients who employ the services of Davi and his crew. --- Davi: give me one good reason why I shouldn't get rid of you? Ivo: ...you're a good person and don't want to do that? Davi: try again. Ivo: I can be useful... Davi: still not convinced. Ivo: my winning personality and sparkling smile? Alina: it's like you want him to shoot you in the head --- determined, belligerent, adaptable, snarky and fearless amnesiac MC x mysterious, intense, idealistic, selfless, ruthless and passionate hired gun ML x and their trigger happy, sarcastic, sexy, lover (1v1v1) more tags: cyberpunk, sci-fi, crime, mature content, fast-paced action, slow burn romance, important side-characters, LGBT cast, side romances, violence, dystopian.

ThirtyTyrants · LGBT+
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245 Chs

Terminally into you

Vice was perhaps too excited about Ivo's haircut. He got up from between Davi's legs as soon as he was done spreading the bleach evenly. 

"Sit down," he gestured towards the spot he had just vacated, "I'll be your style consultant."

Davi shot him a wry look. "I don't remember agreeing to anything for you to consult in."

Ivo shuffled between Davi's thighs, making himself comfortable in the space between his knees. He rubbed lightly at the furred skin above his left knee, tilting his neck back to give Davi an upside down smirk. "Don't you want to make me pretty?"

Alina wolf-whistled from the other side of the sofa. Vice sniggered and ran his fingers over Ivo's hair, twisting them between the soft locks. 

"Don't go too short. Leave it long enough to pull when I fuck him from behind," he said.

His words sent a flicker of heat licking down Ivo's spine. He'd missed this.