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Title: Bidders
Fandom: You're My Love Prize in Viewfinder
Author:Em
Pairing: TabakaXAsami
Rating: R
Warning: male x male relationship plus stripping and Bondage, must be over 17 to read
His eyes were closed, dark eyelashes fluttering as he tried to keep still. A room of people and some song in the background, pulsating around him, making his blood boil. The cue came and he was off, dancing across the stage, his hand on the short tight black shirt. Nails scratched up as he pulled the shirt up, wiggling his ass with each bass drop, shirt in hands and now bare-chested, nipple rings shining in the light. He followed through with the routine, dropping down on his stomach and up on all fours, ass in the air and hands caressing his flesh, dancing past and around his leather covered cock. It took two counts and he rolled over, hips lifting as he unbuttoned the leather hot pants, feet balanced on spike heels. His fishnets stretched as he pushed the pants down, rolling to his knees, and winking at the crowd. He was burning up from the lights and flushed with pleasure as eyes devoured his body.
Bouncing he had his shorts to his hips, the blue string satin thongs wet with excitement. Kicking a foot out, he arched his leg, showing off the defined legs, long and lean. After a few more beats he let the foot hit the ground and arched up, his other leg steadying him as he moved to stand once again. He moved back to the fabric and pushed it down, turning so everyone could see his bare ass, stepping out of the things after a moment. He was hard, straining against the thongs, and he caressed the garter belt straps, hooking to his fishnets. Head falling back he touched himself, mouth open and eyes glazed from the pleasure that spiked up his body. He gasped and moaned, ears roaring, ignoring the calls and cheers.
The last part of the damn song came and he pulled on the strings at his hips, ripping the garment off, and freeing himself for everyone, before grasping his arching cock and stroking, his moves slowing to him swaying. He was on fire, exposed, and so fucking close to coming. His other hand came down and cupped his balls, leaning forward to push his ass in the air, imaging something, someone pressing against him, ready to fuck…
The speaker echoed on and a smooth voice began the information. “Tabaka is a rare find, eager to please anyone who can offer the highest bid. His specialties are rimming, bottom, and role-play. He is ready for any cock, and more than happy to fulfill desires. Starting big is in US dollars and at 40 thousand.”
Tabaka stood on stage and watched the signs go up, his hands falling back to his side. He knew the rules. Several minutes later and he stood still hard and panting as the number surge up to 60 thousand. He met each gaze, eyes wide, and lips swollen. Smiling at someone of the better looking bidders he licked his lips and bit the lower lip.
“69 thousand going once, going twice…”
A man in the back rose from his seat and threw his sign up, “70 thousand…” Others joined and finally the man announced 83 and all but two stayed up. One was a long haired man, dressed in a black suit and red shirt, face calm and eyes on the other man. That other one was tall, broad shouldered and smocking a cigarette, his eyes locked with Takaba’s.
"100 thousand going once, twice, sold to Asami in the back. Congratulations!” The voice roared over the speaker and Tabaka watched the dark haired man walk up, before lowering his head and accepting the lease that hooked to his collar.
Fandom: You're My Love Prize in Viewfinder
Author:Em
Pairing: TabakaXAsami
Rating: R
Warning: male x male relationship plus stripping and Bondage, must be over 17 to read
His eyes were closed, dark eyelashes fluttering as he tried to keep still. A room of people and some song in the background, pulsating around him, making his blood boil. The cue came and he was off, dancing across the stage, his hand on the short tight black shirt. Nails scratched up as he pulled the shirt up, wiggling his ass with each bass drop, shirt in hands and now bare-chested, nipple rings shining in the light. He followed through with the routine, dropping down on his stomach and up on all fours, ass in the air and hands caressing his flesh, dancing past and around his leather covered cock. It took two counts and he rolled over, hips lifting as he unbuttoned the leather hot pants, feet balanced on spike heels. His fishnets stretched as he pushed the pants down, rolling to his knees, and winking at the crowd. He was burning up from the lights and flushed with pleasure as eyes devoured his body.
Bouncing he had his shorts to his hips, the blue string satin thongs wet with excitement. Kicking a foot out, he arched his leg, showing off the defined legs, long and lean. After a few more beats he let the foot hit the ground and arched up, his other leg steadying him as he moved to stand once again. He moved back to the fabric and pushed it down, turning so everyone could see his bare ass, stepping out of the things after a moment. He was hard, straining against the thongs, and he caressed the garter belt straps, hooking to his fishnets. Head falling back he touched himself, mouth open and eyes glazed from the pleasure that spiked up his body. He gasped and moaned, ears roaring, ignoring the calls and cheers.
The last part of the damn song came and he pulled on the strings at his hips, ripping the garment off, and freeing himself for everyone, before grasping his arching cock and stroking, his moves slowing to him swaying. He was on fire, exposed, and so fucking close to coming. His other hand came down and cupped his balls, leaning forward to push his ass in the air, imaging something, someone pressing against him, ready to fuck…
The speaker echoed on and a smooth voice began the information. “Tabaka is a rare find, eager to please anyone who can offer the highest bid. His specialties are rimming, bottom, and role-play. He is ready for any cock, and more than happy to fulfill desires. Starting big is in US dollars and at 40 thousand.”
Tabaka stood on stage and watched the signs go up, his hands falling back to his side. He knew the rules. Several minutes later and he stood still hard and panting as the number surge up to 60 thousand. He met each gaze, eyes wide, and lips swollen. Smiling at someone of the better looking bidders he licked his lips and bit the lower lip.
“69 thousand going once, going twice…”
A man in the back rose from his seat and threw his sign up, “70 thousand…” Others joined and finally the man announced 83 and all but two stayed up. One was a long haired man, dressed in a black suit and red shirt, face calm and eyes on the other man. That other one was tall, broad shouldered and smocking a cigarette, his eyes locked with Takaba’s.
"100 thousand going once, twice, sold to Asami in the back. Congratulations!” The voice roared over the speaker and Tabaka watched the dark haired man walk up, before lowering his head and accepting the lease that hooked to his collar.