LMFAO I GOT NINETEEN tosshi what do I do it knowsphysicalkontactOctober 30 2011, 21:24:16 UTC
[It wasn't that Kon needed to pay for sex, and it wasn't like he knew the kid or anything, but when he'd seen that guy chatting the kid up, well, he had to do something. That Sasaki person was a c r e e p, blind or no, and Kon wouldn't let that freak walk away with a dog he himself liked, so. He intervened. And now they were at his apartment and as much as he just wanted to give the kid a sandwich and send him on his way, he could tell that Toki (Tokidoki was a weirdass name okay) was stubborn and proud in inconvenient ways. So.
Toki was gonna suck his dick. And probably pitch a fit when Kon tried to feed him afterward, but hey, Kon could feel his ribs through that thin shirt and he had enough money to afford a conscience, so they would argue the point. For now, though, he just brushes the fingers of his good hand through Toki's hair and lets him sink down to his knees and get to business.]
it does SOBpaperopticsOctober 30 2011, 21:52:45 UTC
[This isn't the first time he's gone home with Shinonome Kon. It isn't the first time he's felt both flustered, irritated, and a little afraid at his insistence on treating Toki like some combination of a friend and a wary animal. But he's earning it this time, and that's comforting. It's not emotionally risky, it's just business. So he's just keeping his gaze lowered as he gets Kon's cock in his hand, and letting his eyes close entirely as he takes it into his mouth.]
should we send it flowers or would that be weirdphysicalkontactOctober 30 2011, 22:10:26 UTC
[Kon's thoughts on things like Toki's job are a little unusual, but what else is new? He doesn't find it particularly degrading, just a way to make fast cash. He likes Toki. He genuinely likes him. He's like a wild cat, cute and soft and completely inscrutable.
It's not about money with Kon. It's not about sex or really even about human decency. He does things because he wants to. He brings Toki home with him and cooks him dinner because he wants to. Letting Toki actually ply his trade on him, though? He did that because the angry, hurt look on Toki's face made his heart prick uncomfortably. And it wasn't like Toki didn't have a sweet little mouth that looked like it was made specifically to wrap around cocks, it was just...
His thought process shorts out as Toki slips his mouth around Kon's dick, hot and tight and so immeasurably fuckable. He lets his eyes fall closed and tilts his head back, fingers still gentle in Toki's hair as he went about his job.
probably weirdpaperopticsOctober 31 2011, 04:41:24 UTC
[It had better feel good -- he's quite adept at sucking guys off. He's done it too many times to count, honestly, so he doesn't even have to think about what he's doing. He knows how to move his tongue, how to hollow his cheeks, how to twist his wrist to help, and he does it all while his mind is blank. He's not thinking at all, just zoning out like he usually does.
It makes him feel better, though. This familiarity puts him and Kon into the roles he's used to -- into his comfort zone, where he doesn't have to worry about owing someone or feeling anything for anyone.]
when has that ever stopped mephysicalkontactOctober 31 2011, 04:54:14 UTC
[Kon's not sure that he likes Toki's comfort zone -- letting him do this might actually move them backwards, but he's willing to deal with it if it keeps Sasaki's dick away from Toki. So. You know. Bully for him or something.
Toki knows what he's doing without a doubt, and Kon's been too busy lately to do much more than the good ol' five-finger stretch, so it comes as no surprise when he finds himself moving through the stages of arousal at a fairly good pace. He's not trying to draw it out, either, not fighting to draw it out at all, and it doesn't take too terribly long before he feels his body draw in on itself, pleasure coiling tightly in his gut.
He knows that Toki's experienced enough to be able to tell when he was drawing close to orgasm, but he tugs his hair anyway, gentle despite his somewhat labored breathing.]
Never, that's truepaperopticsOctober 31 2011, 05:47:42 UTC
[Oh, it will definitely move them backwards. In Toki's head, though, he's getting what he wanted, which is for there to be nothing between them.
It actually take a second for him to respond, as his conscious thoughts are miles away. When he does he stops, looking questioningly up at Kon and pulling back. His lips are damp and swollen, his cheeks flushed, and his voice a little hoarse.]
C'mere. [Kon tugs for him to stand up. As easy as it would be to become overwhelmed by the visions of fucking Toki's cute face, Kon would rather come like this, Toki close enough for his breath to tickle Kon's neck, close enough to pretend that the situation isn't fucking weird.
He cranes his neck and kisses Toki on the mouth, tasking himself and not minding at all. It's slow and undemanding without being lacksidaisical, and he slips his hand down between them, stroking himself just so. Had they been Real Lovers or Actual Fuckbuddies, Kon would have touched him instead, would have caressed Toki through his pants before dropping down on his own knees and coming with Toki in his mouth.
As it is, though, he's perfectly content to slick his tongue across Toki's lips, fisting himself off between them.]
[That's kind of weird, y'know. He's not used to someone just wanting to be close. He's definitely not used to being kissed. He generally doesn't allow it -- it's too intimate and emotional, and he kind of hates that he lets it happen long enough for Kon to make a mess of the front of his ratty jeans.
Then he pulls back, all at once, conflicted expression covered by looking down and whining.]
[And that makes Kon laugh. He tucks himself back into his pants and raps Toki's forehead with the back of his knuckles, slipping away toward the kitchen.] I'll wash it for you. [He scratches his head and kicks open the fridge.] First, do you want meatballs? Meatballs or I guess we could make rice?
[Yeah, they're back to square one. He's looking both ticked off and upset. He hates charity. Maybe it'd be easier to let it happen, but he doesn't want to be hurt. He doesn't want to get attached to any sort of warmth or comfort, just in case it gets taken away. He's pretty sure he couldn't handle that kind of loss at this point in his life.]
I'm-- I'm going to clean up, so just put my money on the counter.
[And with that he turns to stomp off to the bathroom. He can't leave with jizz-covered pants.]
[Kon shakes his head and leans against the counter, deftly lighting up a cigarette with one hand. Why does he have to be so troublesome? He blows smoke rings up toward the light fixture, waiting for Toki to stomp back out.
When he comes out, crotch damp from cleaning, Kon twirls the cigarette in his fingers.]
Look. [He exhales a stream of smoke.] I don't get out much. I work a lot and don't have many people I consider friends. I like you. I want your company. Why can't you just sit down and eat dinner with me and let me pay you for your time?
[He spits it out without hesitating, but it's nothing if not bitter. They're not friends, they can't be friends. He can't let that happen, even if he'd like to. It's just too risky.
I don't want to be your friend. [He stubs out his cigarette on the stone counter top and slips his hand into a pocket.] I'm not trying to look out for you -- isn't it your job to offer company to lonely guys?
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Toki was gonna suck his dick. And probably pitch a fit when Kon tried to feed him afterward, but hey, Kon could feel his ribs through that thin shirt and he had enough money to afford a conscience, so they would argue the point. For now, though, he just brushes the fingers of his good hand through Toki's hair and lets him sink down to his knees and get to business.]
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It's not about money with Kon. It's not about sex or really even about human decency. He does things because he wants to. He brings Toki home with him and cooks him dinner because he wants to. Letting Toki actually ply his trade on him, though? He did that because the angry, hurt look on Toki's face made his heart prick uncomfortably. And it wasn't like Toki didn't have a sweet little mouth that looked like it was made specifically to wrap around cocks, it was just...
His thought process shorts out as Toki slips his mouth around Kon's dick, hot and tight and so immeasurably fuckable. He lets his eyes fall closed and tilts his head back, fingers still gentle in Toki's hair as he went about his job.
Yeah. That feels pretty damn good.]
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It makes him feel better, though. This familiarity puts him and Kon into the roles he's used to -- into his comfort zone, where he doesn't have to worry about owing someone or feeling anything for anyone.]
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Toki knows what he's doing without a doubt, and Kon's been too busy lately to do much more than the good ol' five-finger stretch, so it comes as no surprise when he finds himself moving through the stages of arousal at a fairly good pace. He's not trying to draw it out, either, not fighting to draw it out at all, and it doesn't take too terribly long before he feels his body draw in on itself, pleasure coiling tightly in his gut.
He knows that Toki's experienced enough to be able to tell when he was drawing close to orgasm, but he tugs his hair anyway, gentle despite his somewhat labored breathing.]
Hey.
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It actually take a second for him to respond, as his conscious thoughts are miles away. When he does he stops, looking questioningly up at Kon and pulling back. His lips are damp and swollen, his cheeks flushed, and his voice a little hoarse.]
You don't want me to finish?
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He cranes his neck and kisses Toki on the mouth, tasking himself and not minding at all. It's slow and undemanding without being lacksidaisical, and he slips his hand down between them, stroking himself just so. Had they been Real Lovers or Actual Fuckbuddies, Kon would have touched him instead, would have caressed Toki through his pants before dropping down on his own knees and coming with Toki in his mouth.
As it is, though, he's perfectly content to slick his tongue across Toki's lips, fisting himself off between them.]
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Then he pulls back, all at once, conflicted expression covered by looking down and whining.]
I have to wear this...
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[He knows it's not nice to snap, but he was comfortable as they were. He doesn't want this casual friendliness to try to come back into it.]
Just let me use your bathroom.
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Now, meatballs or omurice?
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[Yeah, they're back to square one. He's looking both ticked off and upset. He hates charity. Maybe it'd be easier to let it happen, but he doesn't want to be hurt. He doesn't want to get attached to any sort of warmth or comfort, just in case it gets taken away. He's pretty sure he couldn't handle that kind of loss at this point in his life.]
I'm-- I'm going to clean up, so just put my money on the counter.
[And with that he turns to stomp off to the bathroom. He can't leave with jizz-covered pants.]
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When he comes out, crotch damp from cleaning, Kon twirls the cigarette in his fingers.]
Look. [He exhales a stream of smoke.] I don't get out much. I work a lot and don't have many people I consider friends. I like you. I want your company. Why can't you just sit down and eat dinner with me and let me pay you for your time?
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[He spits it out without hesitating, but it's nothing if not bitter. They're not friends, they can't be friends. He can't let that happen, even if he'd like to. It's just too risky.
He holds out his hand, expectantly.]
Give it to me.
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