Worth Every Yen [English]
For this kink meme prompt: Akihiko/Shinjiro (in that order) - Paying for sex.
Warnings: toys, humiliation, non-con, dub-con, dirty talk, oral, anal, prostitution
Worth Every Yen
„I’m paying you 5.500 yen.” Akihiko could see Shinji gagging up on his own spit. He watched his friend lick his lips and knew by the time that Shinji’s gaze went toward a spot on the ground that he’d made up his mind. The other customer was clenching his fists.
“That’s way too much money! Look at him, he’s worth a quarter of that, and only when he’s doing a double job.”
Akihiko forbid himself to bite down on his bottom lip. It would only show how much involved in this he was, and he didn’t want to give a sick stranger like that fat old man any clues. The fact that, at the beginning of this little discussion, when Akihiko had found Shinji with the fat man’s hands in the back his pants, bent over a trash can and the stranger’s hand suspiciously moving back and forth as if he were pushing his dirty fingers … don’t think about that, Akihiko told himself. Don’t.
He stepped forward and took Shinji by the shoulder. “You might have been here first, but I bet he’d rather have more money. Right?” He looked at Shinji who wasn’t looking back. Akihiko found he didn’t mind. He elbowed Shinji straight into the ribs, and finally Shinji reacted.
“More money,” he said.
Akihiko cocked his head, a smile creeping up on his face. He didn’t like the way he knew he must be grinning at the fat stranger. Like he had won something that shouldn’t be a price, and yet it was, and he had won it, knowing that he’d use it.
He wrapped an arm around Shinji’s waist and led him away.
←→
“Undress.” Akihiko slipped out of his jacket, pointed toward his bed and sat down on the office chair, leaning his arms on the back rest, and his head on his arms.
Shinji stood in the center of the room, staring back at him. He didn’t say anything.
“Strip?” Akihiko raised an eyebrow. “Come on, get out of your clothes. I paid.”
“Aki.” Shinji’s voice sounded raw and strangely timid. “I don’t want your money.”
Akihiko shook his head. “I don’t care.” If Shinji needed money and if he’d only take it when he did this for someone, then at least Akihiko wanted to be that someone even if it meant that he had to force Shinji. “When you’re ready, sit down on the bed and spread your legs. Face towards me.”
Shinji stayed still for another eternity that Aki was aware only lasted a minute in real time as he could look at the clock from his position. He waited and watched as Shinji slipped out of his coat, the mud stained shirt - oh God, you could count the bones sticking out like knives from his chest - Shinji got out of his pants, his underwear, and bare as he was, he sat down on the bed as ordered, spreading his legs.
The sight was at once sickening and arousing. Shinji had succumbed so completely, it gave Akihiko an unwanted kick. His cock was twitching, gratefully hidden behind the back rest of the chair. He opened the top drawer of his desk and produced a small bottle. He’d bought a new one recently, after he’d first seen Shinji going with an ugly man. He had followed them, and watched. The way Shinji had tried to squirm away the whole time, the way Shinji had bitten his lips so hard they had bled. Akihiko had asked him about his swollen mouth the next day, and Shinji had answered it wasn’t any of his business, and after more questions and a fight, that he had gotten into trouble without elaborating further.
Akihiko threw the bottle at the bed. Shinji caught it in one hand and read it. Akihiko could see Shinji’s grasp on the bottle tightening. His stomach grew hot. “Prepare yourself.”
Shinji looked up at him, then back at the bottle. He popped the lid open and squeezed a little more than necessary onto his fingers. Akihiko shivered at the thought of what was coming next. He pushed himself forward on the chair, thanking God for the invention of chairs on wheels. He came to a halt directly in front of Shinji on the bed. If he’d have wanted to, he could have touched him. Not yet.
“Spread them a little wider.”
No more explanation was needed. Shinji knew what Akihiko was getting at and Akihiko grinned a bit when Shinji glided down into the mattress, only his head leaning against the wall, and spread his legs wider than Akihiko had expected it for him to be possible.
Shinji held his cock and balls out of the way with one hand and pushed the other, lube coated between his legs, searching for the hole. He probed around a bit, found it and pressed the pointer into the red, tender skin. Akihiko licked his lips. He hadn’t even noticed his mouth had gone dry up until just now.
Two fingers slid into Shinji’s body with ease. Shinji fucked himself on them, rocking his hips as he drove his fingers in and out of himself at a fast pace. Akihiko pushed his own hand into his own pants and began stroking himself. God, he was so fucking hard already, he just wanted to throw the chair out of the way and bury his cock in Shinji’s little slick hole.
“Let me suck,” Shinji said all of a sudden, jerking Akihiko out of his daze. He had watched the fingers disappearing deep inside Shinji and completely lost awareness of the here and now by that, apparently. “Let me suck you.”
“You’ll go on preparing yourself?”
“Don’t you have… that thing you stole from Mitsuru back then?”
Akihiko’s cheeks were warming up. The vibrator. Well, he had kept it. He swallowed the embarrassment down. He’d been so good at pretending to be confident until Shinji had to go and mention the sex toy. He’d get back on track soon, Akihiko told himself. He got up and wandered over the drawer where he had gotten the lube from, and pulled the violet vibrator out. “Put it in.”
Shinji took the vibrator from Akihiko, sat up on his knees and lined the tip of the violet plastic up with his hole. He pulled his fingers out and pushed the toy inside. It went in deep, and far too easily. Akihiko just wanted to take its handle and play with it, but then Shinji was looking at him with eyes he’d never seen before.
Shinji was flushed and frowning slightly, his hand still on the vibrator. “What level?”
“Go all the way,” Akihiko heard himself say in a coarse voice.
Shinji nodded. The humming of the vibrator was awfully loud. Shinji’s hips jerked, then he bent forward, shivering. “Ah.”
“You wanted to suck me.” Akihiko opened the zipper of his pants and pulled them down, revealing his erection. “Now get on with it.”
Shinji clutched Akihiko’s ass, digging his nails into the soft flesh. He opened his mouth and took him in all the way, starting to bob his head as soon as the cock was fitting in.
“Oh God,” Akihiko moaned. He let Shinji’s fingers wander into the crack of his ass, and he let the still lube coated fingers rub his own hole, and he also let three fingers wriggle their way into it. “Oh God, yes.” He pushed back onto the fingers, then thrust into Shinji’s mouth. The vibrator’s buzzing mixed with the rush of his own blood in his ears. He wanted to fuck and be fucked all at the same time, and this was gloriously close to it. Shinji’s knuckles were rubbing into his inner walls with each thrust, and Shinji’s throat gave way for his cock to sink in so nicely.
Before he nearly came, spilling his cum into Shinji’s mouth and letting 5.500 yen go to waste, he pulled out. He heard Shinji whining over the noise of the vibrator and his own panting. Shinji leaned forward, trying to get the cock back. Akihiko slapped him away, leaving a red streak on Shinji’s cheek. Shinji hissed, glaring up at him. His fingers stopped working, and that made Akihiko whine. He wanted more of the knuckle fucking his soft spot.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“Take the vibrator out.”
Shinji fell back on the bed, providing a luxurious sight of him pulling the vibrator out slowly with a pop. At the same time, he let his fingers retreat from inside of Akihiko, but Akihiko didn’t mind. He knew the next step now, and for that he needed an empty ass, and it was stretched well by now.
He sat down in front of Shinji, pulling his knees towards his chest. Shinji sat up, vibrator in hand. It was dizzying to look at it for too long. The vibrations were strong enough that you couldn’t see its outlines straight anymore. “Get it in.”
Shinji got comfortable, sitting cross-legged. He slid a hand under Akihiko’s balls, holding them up. The vibrator’s moves hurt against the used hole, but Akihiko just gasped and waited. Shinji really took his sweet time, shoving it into the needy hole half an inch by half an inch, pulling it out every so often, only to begin anew. Akihiko threw his head back everytime that happened, moaning Shinji’s name as loudly as he could until he was almost screaming.
Finally the vibrator was just as deep inside of him as it had been in Shinji. Akihiko lay there breathless, even more so by the effort not to come yet than by the freakish heat that had built up during this session. “Stop.”
Shinji’s every move came to an aprubt halt. It was easier to bear the strong arousal without Shinji toying around with the vibrator, and the vibrations still going helped to hold it where it was.
Akihiko looked at Shinji’s cock. Precome was already running down its length. “Do you want to fuck me?” Akihiko pushed himself up on his elbows. Somehow, during the play, he had slid down into the pillows.
“No,” Shinji said.
“Then tell me what you want.”
Shinji snorted. “Now you want Dirty Talk, or what?”
“Yep.” Akihiko’s chest was shaking with his heart beating so roughly behind the ribcage. “I paid,” he reminded Shinji again.
There was a glimmer of something dark in Shinji’s eyes, but he seemed to relent. “I want to ride your cock.”
A cold-hot shiver ran through Akihiko’s veins, making his cock twitch in anticipation. “Ah.”
Shinji’s face flushed a deep red. “My… boycunt wants your thick cock. I wanted it in my mouth, but you wouldn’t let me. I wanted you to cum all over my face, but…”
“Shh.” Akihiko reached out, grabbed Shinji’s wrist and pulled him on top. “Turn around so you face the door, away from me.”
Shinji nodded, supported himself on his hands and turned around, sitting on Akihiko’s belly. He was frighteningly light. He had been heavier a few months ago, Akihiko remembered that clearly. He didn’t want those memories and problems now and put them aside. Later, he could discuss that when Shinji was totally spent and unable to move.
Akihiko sat up halfway, his body pressing against Shinji’s back. “Get your hands back on the vibrator, and your cunt onto my cock.”
“Your cock is big,” Shinji said, lifting his hips a little and wriggling his ass until Akihiko’s cock was neatly pushing inside of it. “It’s so big.” Shinji shoved himself down, and Akihiko saw stars for a moment.
“Fuck. Your pussy is tight.” Akihiko gasped when Shinji pulled the vibrator out almost completely, only to drive it home, hard, the next second. He repeated that, fucking him hard and raw and mercilessly, and Akihiko’s hips jerked up, into Shinji’s hole, and then Shinji was crying out again and again and again.
Eventually, he couldn’t take it. The need was overwhelming him. He pushed Shinji forward, saw his friend’s face disappear in the mess of the blanket. He plummeted his cock into Shinji like an eagle catching dinner. It was an animalistic chaos from then on, a deliciously brutal mating. The vibrator fell out of him at some point, but he couldn’t care for that anymore by then. He took Shinji, and he took him rough, and it was worth every yen.
Warnings: toys, humiliation, non-con, dub-con, dirty talk, oral, anal, prostitution
Worth Every Yen
„I’m paying you 5.500 yen.” Akihiko could see Shinji gagging up on his own spit. He watched his friend lick his lips and knew by the time that Shinji’s gaze went toward a spot on the ground that he’d made up his mind. The other customer was clenching his fists.
“That’s way too much money! Look at him, he’s worth a quarter of that, and only when he’s doing a double job.”
Akihiko forbid himself to bite down on his bottom lip. It would only show how much involved in this he was, and he didn’t want to give a sick stranger like that fat old man any clues. The fact that, at the beginning of this little discussion, when Akihiko had found Shinji with the fat man’s hands in the back his pants, bent over a trash can and the stranger’s hand suspiciously moving back and forth as if he were pushing his dirty fingers … don’t think about that, Akihiko told himself. Don’t.
He stepped forward and took Shinji by the shoulder. “You might have been here first, but I bet he’d rather have more money. Right?” He looked at Shinji who wasn’t looking back. Akihiko found he didn’t mind. He elbowed Shinji straight into the ribs, and finally Shinji reacted.
“More money,” he said.
Akihiko cocked his head, a smile creeping up on his face. He didn’t like the way he knew he must be grinning at the fat stranger. Like he had won something that shouldn’t be a price, and yet it was, and he had won it, knowing that he’d use it.
He wrapped an arm around Shinji’s waist and led him away.
←→
“Undress.” Akihiko slipped out of his jacket, pointed toward his bed and sat down on the office chair, leaning his arms on the back rest, and his head on his arms.
Shinji stood in the center of the room, staring back at him. He didn’t say anything.
“Strip?” Akihiko raised an eyebrow. “Come on, get out of your clothes. I paid.”
“Aki.” Shinji’s voice sounded raw and strangely timid. “I don’t want your money.”
Akihiko shook his head. “I don’t care.” If Shinji needed money and if he’d only take it when he did this for someone, then at least Akihiko wanted to be that someone even if it meant that he had to force Shinji. “When you’re ready, sit down on the bed and spread your legs. Face towards me.”
Shinji stayed still for another eternity that Aki was aware only lasted a minute in real time as he could look at the clock from his position. He waited and watched as Shinji slipped out of his coat, the mud stained shirt - oh God, you could count the bones sticking out like knives from his chest - Shinji got out of his pants, his underwear, and bare as he was, he sat down on the bed as ordered, spreading his legs.
The sight was at once sickening and arousing. Shinji had succumbed so completely, it gave Akihiko an unwanted kick. His cock was twitching, gratefully hidden behind the back rest of the chair. He opened the top drawer of his desk and produced a small bottle. He’d bought a new one recently, after he’d first seen Shinji going with an ugly man. He had followed them, and watched. The way Shinji had tried to squirm away the whole time, the way Shinji had bitten his lips so hard they had bled. Akihiko had asked him about his swollen mouth the next day, and Shinji had answered it wasn’t any of his business, and after more questions and a fight, that he had gotten into trouble without elaborating further.
Akihiko threw the bottle at the bed. Shinji caught it in one hand and read it. Akihiko could see Shinji’s grasp on the bottle tightening. His stomach grew hot. “Prepare yourself.”
Shinji looked up at him, then back at the bottle. He popped the lid open and squeezed a little more than necessary onto his fingers. Akihiko shivered at the thought of what was coming next. He pushed himself forward on the chair, thanking God for the invention of chairs on wheels. He came to a halt directly in front of Shinji on the bed. If he’d have wanted to, he could have touched him. Not yet.
“Spread them a little wider.”
No more explanation was needed. Shinji knew what Akihiko was getting at and Akihiko grinned a bit when Shinji glided down into the mattress, only his head leaning against the wall, and spread his legs wider than Akihiko had expected it for him to be possible.
Shinji held his cock and balls out of the way with one hand and pushed the other, lube coated between his legs, searching for the hole. He probed around a bit, found it and pressed the pointer into the red, tender skin. Akihiko licked his lips. He hadn’t even noticed his mouth had gone dry up until just now.
Two fingers slid into Shinji’s body with ease. Shinji fucked himself on them, rocking his hips as he drove his fingers in and out of himself at a fast pace. Akihiko pushed his own hand into his own pants and began stroking himself. God, he was so fucking hard already, he just wanted to throw the chair out of the way and bury his cock in Shinji’s little slick hole.
“Let me suck,” Shinji said all of a sudden, jerking Akihiko out of his daze. He had watched the fingers disappearing deep inside Shinji and completely lost awareness of the here and now by that, apparently. “Let me suck you.”
“You’ll go on preparing yourself?”
“Don’t you have… that thing you stole from Mitsuru back then?”
Akihiko’s cheeks were warming up. The vibrator. Well, he had kept it. He swallowed the embarrassment down. He’d been so good at pretending to be confident until Shinji had to go and mention the sex toy. He’d get back on track soon, Akihiko told himself. He got up and wandered over the drawer where he had gotten the lube from, and pulled the violet vibrator out. “Put it in.”
Shinji took the vibrator from Akihiko, sat up on his knees and lined the tip of the violet plastic up with his hole. He pulled his fingers out and pushed the toy inside. It went in deep, and far too easily. Akihiko just wanted to take its handle and play with it, but then Shinji was looking at him with eyes he’d never seen before.
Shinji was flushed and frowning slightly, his hand still on the vibrator. “What level?”
“Go all the way,” Akihiko heard himself say in a coarse voice.
Shinji nodded. The humming of the vibrator was awfully loud. Shinji’s hips jerked, then he bent forward, shivering. “Ah.”
“You wanted to suck me.” Akihiko opened the zipper of his pants and pulled them down, revealing his erection. “Now get on with it.”
Shinji clutched Akihiko’s ass, digging his nails into the soft flesh. He opened his mouth and took him in all the way, starting to bob his head as soon as the cock was fitting in.
“Oh God,” Akihiko moaned. He let Shinji’s fingers wander into the crack of his ass, and he let the still lube coated fingers rub his own hole, and he also let three fingers wriggle their way into it. “Oh God, yes.” He pushed back onto the fingers, then thrust into Shinji’s mouth. The vibrator’s buzzing mixed with the rush of his own blood in his ears. He wanted to fuck and be fucked all at the same time, and this was gloriously close to it. Shinji’s knuckles were rubbing into his inner walls with each thrust, and Shinji’s throat gave way for his cock to sink in so nicely.
Before he nearly came, spilling his cum into Shinji’s mouth and letting 5.500 yen go to waste, he pulled out. He heard Shinji whining over the noise of the vibrator and his own panting. Shinji leaned forward, trying to get the cock back. Akihiko slapped him away, leaving a red streak on Shinji’s cheek. Shinji hissed, glaring up at him. His fingers stopped working, and that made Akihiko whine. He wanted more of the knuckle fucking his soft spot.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“Take the vibrator out.”
Shinji fell back on the bed, providing a luxurious sight of him pulling the vibrator out slowly with a pop. At the same time, he let his fingers retreat from inside of Akihiko, but Akihiko didn’t mind. He knew the next step now, and for that he needed an empty ass, and it was stretched well by now.
He sat down in front of Shinji, pulling his knees towards his chest. Shinji sat up, vibrator in hand. It was dizzying to look at it for too long. The vibrations were strong enough that you couldn’t see its outlines straight anymore. “Get it in.”
Shinji got comfortable, sitting cross-legged. He slid a hand under Akihiko’s balls, holding them up. The vibrator’s moves hurt against the used hole, but Akihiko just gasped and waited. Shinji really took his sweet time, shoving it into the needy hole half an inch by half an inch, pulling it out every so often, only to begin anew. Akihiko threw his head back everytime that happened, moaning Shinji’s name as loudly as he could until he was almost screaming.
Finally the vibrator was just as deep inside of him as it had been in Shinji. Akihiko lay there breathless, even more so by the effort not to come yet than by the freakish heat that had built up during this session. “Stop.”
Shinji’s every move came to an aprubt halt. It was easier to bear the strong arousal without Shinji toying around with the vibrator, and the vibrations still going helped to hold it where it was.
Akihiko looked at Shinji’s cock. Precome was already running down its length. “Do you want to fuck me?” Akihiko pushed himself up on his elbows. Somehow, during the play, he had slid down into the pillows.
“No,” Shinji said.
“Then tell me what you want.”
Shinji snorted. “Now you want Dirty Talk, or what?”
“Yep.” Akihiko’s chest was shaking with his heart beating so roughly behind the ribcage. “I paid,” he reminded Shinji again.
There was a glimmer of something dark in Shinji’s eyes, but he seemed to relent. “I want to ride your cock.”
A cold-hot shiver ran through Akihiko’s veins, making his cock twitch in anticipation. “Ah.”
Shinji’s face flushed a deep red. “My… boycunt wants your thick cock. I wanted it in my mouth, but you wouldn’t let me. I wanted you to cum all over my face, but…”
“Shh.” Akihiko reached out, grabbed Shinji’s wrist and pulled him on top. “Turn around so you face the door, away from me.”
Shinji nodded, supported himself on his hands and turned around, sitting on Akihiko’s belly. He was frighteningly light. He had been heavier a few months ago, Akihiko remembered that clearly. He didn’t want those memories and problems now and put them aside. Later, he could discuss that when Shinji was totally spent and unable to move.
Akihiko sat up halfway, his body pressing against Shinji’s back. “Get your hands back on the vibrator, and your cunt onto my cock.”
“Your cock is big,” Shinji said, lifting his hips a little and wriggling his ass until Akihiko’s cock was neatly pushing inside of it. “It’s so big.” Shinji shoved himself down, and Akihiko saw stars for a moment.
“Fuck. Your pussy is tight.” Akihiko gasped when Shinji pulled the vibrator out almost completely, only to drive it home, hard, the next second. He repeated that, fucking him hard and raw and mercilessly, and Akihiko’s hips jerked up, into Shinji’s hole, and then Shinji was crying out again and again and again.
Eventually, he couldn’t take it. The need was overwhelming him. He pushed Shinji forward, saw his friend’s face disappear in the mess of the blanket. He plummeted his cock into Shinji like an eagle catching dinner. It was an animalistic chaos from then on, a deliciously brutal mating. The vibrator fell out of him at some point, but he couldn’t care for that anymore by then. He took Shinji, and he took him rough, and it was worth every yen.