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Love Override

“You’re everything to me.” The boy crooned. He nipped at Staton’s neck needily, his eyes half-lidded with carnal lust. The youth’s club attire left little to the imagination - his form fitting leggings made his arousal apparent, which he pressed up against Staton, like a dog in heat.

Staton smirked and pressed a kiss against the boy’s lips. He could hear the heated moan even over the noises from the nearby club. The two were alone in an alleyway, the only light a distant lamp and the glow of the boy’s implants.

“I love you, Staton. You’re perfect.” The last words were muffled as he slowly lowered himself to the ground, his face nuzzled against Staton’s crotch.

He still didn’t know the club kid’s name. Didn’t matter. Staton owned him now.

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Here’s Keif from my short story I posted. Like I said, I’m in a heavy cyberpunk kick. I’m drawing Iago and Mister Armitage as well. Trying to do a picture picture of Keif and Iago together as well. A pimp and his bitch ;)
I’ve been developing a...

Here’s Keif from my short story I posted. Like I said, I’m in a heavy cyberpunk kick. I’m drawing Iago and Mister Armitage as well. Trying to do a picture picture of Keif and Iago together as well. A pimp and his bitch ;)

I’ve been developing a backstory as I drew this pic. Dunno if it will find its way onto paper. But apparently Keif has had a very shit life. So I guess the idea is that his new life as furniture is an improvement?

Had way too much fun doing the little details in his face. If you remember Kennedy from ages back, I based Keif’s face largely on him. Perfect face that needed revisiting.

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The New Tenant

The penthouse windows peered out over the smog of the city. It sat nestled above the clouds like Olympus, distant and detached from the filth and squalor of the streets below. Even if the yellow-orange miasma had not blotted out the blighted metropolis blow, the suite sat so high above it all that it was only visible as little spots of twinkling light in the shadow of the great towers.

Keif’s chin rested on his sharp knees, thighs pressed against his chest as he leaned against the reflective glass of the apartment’s great windows, his breath against the surface fogging over the cityscape beneath him. It was quite a view and the youth felt a twinge of vertigo. His skin prickled as he felt the rush of air from the suite’s vents, the air purifiers filling the room with the sweet scent of perfume and incense.

The flat was exquisitely furnished with antique furniture made of real wood. It felt so strange and foreign beneath Keif’s fingers. Something about knowing it was not synthetic altered the boy’s perception of it, made him feel a strange awe to sit upon something so foreign.

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