[Oneshot] Black and Gold
Title: Black and Gold
Characters: Jesse/Taiga
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the fic.
Authors notes: Written for FQFest at je_fqfest. Around 3000+ words. Minor appearances by Kawai Fumito, Kitayama Hiromitsu, & Yasui Kentaro.
Prompt: Johnny's is a burlesque moulin rouge-esque establishment and character A is a visitor about to be completely entranced by character B who is the closing number performer in their thigh-high stockings, boots and male corsets. Backstage hookup with lace, liquor and just straight up fucking.
Summary: Junta brings Jesse to the ‘Shounen Club’, a crossdressing cabaret show where you can bid for a night with your favourite ‘showgirl’. And Jesse is captivated by the closing number performer, ‘Kyoko’.
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“Pleasure doing business with you, Nakama-san,” Jesse said, offering his hand for a handshake.
“The pleasure is mine,” The man replied with a smile, shaking Jesse’s hand with a firm, confident grip. “You know, since you’re letting me call you Jesse, you can just call me Junta.”
“Junta,” Jesse repeated, making sure to commit it to memory. As ambassadors for their respective companies, he would definitely meet with the Kansai-an often now that the partnership deal had been sealed.
He checked his watch, it was almost 5 in the evening. It would be after hours by the time he returned to the company. He might as well show some good hospitality to their new partner by offering a tour. After all it was Friday, and when better to go for drinks than on a Friday night?
“Junta, since you came all the way from Osaka, would you like to go for a drink? If you’re free, I could take you around Tokyo.”
Junta smiled, a little glint of cheekiness sparkled in his eyes for a split second as he said, “I have a place I’d like to visit. If you would be kind enough to accompany me.”
~~~
Jesse squinted at the signboard that read “Shounen Club” in bold illuminated letters. From outside the entrance, he could feel the bass and hear the strong downbeat of dance music. It was obviously a club, but what kind? He tried looking for more clues but there were barely any other signboards other than a poster that read “Kis-My-Friday”. The only thing that made sense to him was that it was Friday and that definitely wasn’t helping.
He stared at the building. It wasn’t particularly big, nor was it small. It’s just another compact sized multi-storey that looked like all the others in the crowded city. He turned to Junta in confusion.
“Go on in. You’ll understand soon enough.” Junta said with a smile.
Junta waved at the bouncer and the tough, burly man smiled in recognition. “Long time no see. Welcome back, Nakama-san.” He greeted with a bow, pushing open the doors. Junta returned the greeting with a smile and led Jesse in. Music swept over them as Jesse followed Junta along a mirrored corridor.
After a sharp turn at the end, he was faced with a large hall filled with gentlemen of all ages, some in suits, some dressed like otakus, and others dressed to impress, seated at tables arranged relatively orderly across the floor. And all eyes were on the showgirl in a red bustier on the centrestage. Her short curly bob framed her rounded face, making her look adolescent and youthful. He stared at her long lashes painted by mascara, how they fluttered as she blinked, her cute up-turned button nose, and her glossy, plump pink lips, which strengthened further her image of innocence and youth. Needless to say, she was beautiful.
“Take a seat,” Junta called to him from an empty table, smiling a little. Junta had taken this all in with such calmness that he must’ve looked like a kid staring spaced out at the entrance. He blushed.
He sat down just in time for the girl to finish her opening dance. And watched as she inhaled deeply and sang in a voice that was deeper than his own. Jesse almost fell off his chair from the shock of the realisation. If he hadn’t grabbed hold of the table, he’d be sitting on the floor by now. He thought back about the signboard saying “Shounen Club” in bold bright letters. “Shounen Club” meant boys club. It wasn’t a club for boys… The performers were boys.
“You OK, Jesse? Your ears are bright red,” Junta asked. “I guess it’s a bit of a shock if it’s your first time,” he continued, nodding in understanding. “But if you’re open to it, you might find you quite like it. You might even want to bid for a night with one of them.”
“Bid?” Jesse repeated dumbly. “Like for sex? They offer that too?” He asked turning even redder.
When the guy on stage finished his song, two other ‘girls’ came on stage to join him. “Nice to meet you, I’m Hiromi~” the singer said, striking a pose.
“That was Sanagi by Hiromi~ And I’m Fumiko, your hostess for today” one of the newcomers said, flipping his long brown curls.
“And I’m Akiko~” a black haired, slightly buffer male chimed in. Akiko wasn’t the girliest ‘girl’ but he was attractive, nonetheless.
“I guess some guys are into that type too, huh?” Jesse thought as he looked at Akiko’s arm muscles, barely hidden by his long gloves. Spacing out slightly as the hosts started talking about themes and laughing over dirty jokes. He glanced at Junta who was enthusiastically waving at the stage.
“Akiko!~” Junta yelled, obviously paying more attention to the black haired host.
Jesse paused. So Akiko was Junta’s type? That was unexpected, but he wasn’t going to judge. After coming this far, it wasn’t surprising if Junta was a real sexual deviant. The surprising thing was that after the next performance started, Akiko actually came over to their table and took a seat.
“Long time no see, Junta~” Akiko boomed. “You should’ve told me you were coming back! I’d take the day off to meet you.”
“It’s been so long! You look gorgeous, Akito!” Junta praised, running a hand through Akiko’s short bob. “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d do just that.” Jesse noticed how he referred to him as ‘Akito’ in their personal conversation.
“You know each other?” Jesse asked, slightly distracted by the increasing number of showgirls simultaneously doing hip rolls on stage to pay full attention to the conversation.
“We’re both from Kansai, see. And Junta used to work here too,” Akito said, waggling his eyebrows as he said ‘work’.
Jesse’s eyes widened at the statement. Junta was once a showgirl too? Re-examining Junta and his charismatic flair, it suddenly fit together all too well. “That explains things,” he blurted out.
“You know, you’re pretty enough to be a showgirl too,” Akito suggested with a wide grin.
“No thanks. I’ll pass.”
The two laughed and continued to talk over drinks as Jesse watched the show. Fumiko was kind enough to offer to take over the whole MC-ing for the day but Akiko still occasionally went back on stage.
~~***~~
“Trouble~” Fumiko came running to Akiko in a panicked sing-song voice. Both Junta and Akito rolled their eyes as they heard it.
“The diva’s acting up again.” Junta quipped. Fumiko laughed heartily. If Jesse were unkind, he’d say that laugh sounded almost horse-like.
“Stop stealing my mascara! Kitayama get your fat ass back here!” Fumiko mimicked in a haughty tone, stomping his feet, then bursting into laughter again. Jesse smiled as the Kansai duo laughed.
“Yokoo’s here. I won’t go on stage until I look goddamn perfect!” Fumiko mimicked again.
“You know, Yokoo would bid for him whether or not he performs that closing number. Why don’t we bring out his understudy? He’s always on standby for these scenarios anyway.” Akito suggested. “Plus…” he added looking at Jesse “I think he’d like to see this.”
“Roger that~” Fumiko saluted and returned backstage.
~~~
The lights dimmed and with a flash the spotlight was on a girl with long flowy black hair. She hid her eyes under a leoprint fedora so all he could see of her features was her pale white skin and red-rouged lips. But it was enough to send Jesse’s heart fluttering. With a smile, she ran one hand along the rim of her hat as her other hand slid down her black and gold corset. His gaze followed her long slender fingers as it slid over her garterbelt and played with the lacy hems of her thigh high stockings. Jesse gulped, unable to take his eyes away. The music played and she tipped up her hat to reveal her face. And he swore that had to be the prettiest man he’d ever seen.
“Hello~ I’m Kyoko. I’ll be in your care.” she said, as she swayed her hips to the music. And then she began to sing. Her voice was clear, melodious and delightfully androgynous. Jesse was mesmerised.
He turned to Junta. “I need a night with her.”
Junta looked almost worried. “I could hook you up, but you’d better bring booze. That tiger’s pretty fierce when he’s sober.”
~~***~~
A bottle of whiskey, and two glasses, check. He cleared his throat and knocked on Kyoko’s dressing room door. “Kyoko?” he called, opening the door.
Kyoko’s dressing room was unexpectedly tiny. It was furnished only with a couch, a vanity table, and a clothes rack. Kyoko who had been reapplying her lipstick, looked at Jesse through the reflection on her mirror. He froze, the lights on her vanity mirror reflected in her eyes like stars and now in the white light, he could clearly see how beautiful she was.
“How nice of you to bring a gift,” she said, one eyebrow raised skeptically. “Did someone give you that idea?” She turned to face him, her long hair swishing in glamorous waves. “Or are you naturally this romantic?” She slinked closer, hips swishing with every step of her high heeled boots.
“It was Junta’s idea,” he admitted.
“Ah, you must be Junta’s English friend Kawai was telling me about.”
“American… Half-American,” he corrected.
“Hmm,” she replied, more interested in the whiskey as she took it from his hands and drank it straight from the bottle. “Want some?” she offered, tipping the bottle towards his lips.
There was no way to resist her offer. He took gulp, savouring the smoky quality of the liquor, a hint of lipstick and the lingering warmth of Kyoko’s lips.
“You have good taste. This tastes great.” she commented, taking another swig after him before setting down the unused glasses on her table. “What’s your name?”
“Jesse.”
“Oh? It’s girlier than mine,” she chuckled. “I’m Taiga. I would prefer if you’d call me that.” With surprising strength, she pushed him down onto the sofa, straddling his hips. “So, how would you like it, Jesse?” She took another swig of whiskey in obvious content.
“Girl, you look so wild right now,” Jesse said licking his lips.
Taiga’s eyes glinted dangerously. “I’m a guy,” he said firmly, grinding his hips against Jesse’s, rubbing their dicks together. “Don’t put false expectations on me.”
Realization dawned upon Jesse. He had been fantasizing Taiga as a woman. He replayed his fantasies in his mind and realized it didn’t really matter if he were a man. But he should at least address him as one, since it seemed to be bothering Taiga.
“I knew that,” he lied. “It doesn’t really change anything; my dick is bigger anyway.” he challenged, rubbing back against Taiga.
“What was that?!” Taiga unravelled Jesse’s tie and wrapped it around the taller male’s wrists, pulling the knot tighter with his teeth and the hand not holding onto his whiskey bottle. His lipstick smudging a little on the silky fabric. “I’ll make you regret that.”
“Nnnh,” Jesse groaned. Taiga was ridiculously hot, and his sassy attitude and competitive streak only added to that. He felt himself grow hard, but he couldn’t do anything to help himself with his wrists bound together.
“You’re right though,” Taiga said sinking to the floor with a pout. “You have a big… talent.” he commented as he searched for his collection of cock rings. The ends of his lips twitched upwards as he found them with a bottle of lube. He tried to find one that matched Jesse’s size, looking through them innocently like a girl playing dress up on her dolls. Finally, satisfied with his largest ring, Taiga slipped it on and licked at Jesse’s cock. Running his tongue across Jesse’s balls and sucking them into his mouth briefly, and licking a trail back up to the head. He lapped at the head and took Jesse in his mouth.
Jesse moaned as he watched her lips wrap around him and she bobbed her head. Satisfied with her foreplay, she scrambled back onto her feet. “I’m not gonna let you come so easily,” she smirked. Taiga slid her fingers slowly to the straps of her panties, pulling at the ribbons holding them together in agonizing slowness.
“Shit,” Jesse cursed, feeling the ring grow tighter. Taiga dropped her panties and Jesse was reminded again that Taiga was a man. Taiga bent down to pick up the lube, coating his fingers slowly. He rubbed at his entrance and slowly inserted a finger inside. He let out a small gasp and bit his hip teasingly. Jesse groaned again, his dick was so ready; he needed some action. “Please.” he begged.
“Shh,” Taiga coaxed him, pressing a finger to his lips. He continued to finger himself slowly, settling once more across Jesse’s lap. The tips of his long hair brushing against Jesse’s chest.
“Please, Taiga. Touch me.” Jesse begged.
Taiga grabbed at Jesse’s hair, smirking. “I told you I’ll make you regret it.” He yanked Jesse’s hair harder. “Don’t challenge me, boy.”
Jesse groaned, the pain only intensified his pleasure, and he felt his dick grow hotter.
“You like this, huh.” Taiga raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You’re a kinky one.” he added, tugging his hair to the side. “And your ears are turning pink. How adorable~”
At this point, Jesse could only moan in response. “Taiga…” he whined.
Taiga smiled and pressed his lips against Jesse’s. His grip loosened in Jesse’s hair and his tongue licked at Jesse’s lips. Jesse slid his tongue against Taiga’s and savoured the friction. He could feel Taiga hardening against his own cock. He licked at Taiga’s palate and felt the slender male’s breath hitch. “Mmnn,” Taiga moaned, pulling apart.
Taiga’s eyes looked impressed and he finally gave in, positioning himself on Jesse’s dick and pushing down with a moan. Jesse groaned snapping his hips against Taiga’s. Taiga was so tight around him it was difficult to go all the way. He jerked his hips harder, making Taiga bounce.
Taiga gasped, gripping at Jesse’s shoulders as Jesse hit the sensitive tissue close to his prostate. “Nnnngh,” he moaned. Jesse was huge. He had to admit he was right about that. It had been a long time since he felt this full. He pushed down on Jesse, trying to satiate his own desire.
“Fuck! Taiga, let me hold you,” Jesse begged. “Let me come.”
Panting open mouthed, Taiga gripped at him for awhile as he contemplated. “How ‘bout no?” he retorted, flipping his hair. Resuming his pace, adding a few grinds, finally able to take in all of Jesse. He pinned Jesse’s hands on the wall above his head and pushed in to kiss him again. He nipped at Jesse’s full lips, and licked at the bites. He smooshed his lips against Jesse’s soft ones leaving smudges of lipstick on Jesse.
Jesse trailed kisses down Taiga’s chin and jaw, kissing her on the neck. And Taiga tossed back her head, moaning loudly. He bit at her nape, marvelling at how her pale smooth skin reddened. “Girl, you’re so pretty.” he blurted out.
“Did you say something?” Taiga snapped, yanking Jesse’s hair again.
“Princess.” Jesse taunted.
“You’re just asking for it.” Taiga unbuttoned Jesse’s shirt and pinched at his nipples. Jesse howled, he felt only pleasure, and he was so close now.
“I’m close, Taiga. Take the ring off.”
“Nu-uh.” Taiga continued teasing Jesse’s nipples. Jesse’s moans grew louder and with a few strong thrusts, he came, shooting his come deep into Taiga. Taiga arched his back, cursing. “Oh God, you really came.” He looked at Jesse in disbelief. “How are you going to make it up to me?” he pouted.
“Untie me, and I’ll make you feel good,” Jesse suggested.
“You better do,” Taiga sulked, getting off of Jesse. He shivered as he felt the come drip out of his ass. But released Jesse as promised.
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Taiga was on his back now, his corset unlaced, and a vibrator up his ass. Jesse had practically wrestled him into wrist restraints and dripped droplets of the mildly cold whiskey onto his chest. He hissed, the cold prickled him and the vibrator was making his legs feel weak. “This was not part of the plan.” he muttered.
“You’ll feel better if you don’t think about it,” Jesse cooed, licking the droplets of whiskey off Taiga’s smooth skin. Taiga let out a whine as Jesse began to stroke him gently.
“God damn it,” Taiga cursed as Jesse licked circles around his nipples. He was so hard now. He wanted Jesse to suck him off but he didn’t want to beg. “You have pretty luscious lips,” he hinted. “Aren’t you going to make use of them?”
Jesse chuckled, his breath tickling Taiga’s skin. “Like this?” he teased, kissing trails down Taiga’s abs, licking around his belly button. Taiga squirmed, his butt accidentally clenching the vibrator tighter and it sent shocks of pleasure through him.
“Ah…” he moaned. “You know what I mean!” he hissed.
“Coming, my princess.” Jesse smiled. He wrapped his lips around Taiga’s cock, moving his head up and down. His hand toyed with the vibrator and Taiga moaned. Jesse’s lips were delightfully soft and if that vibrator hadn’t been there, he’d be thrusting his hips into Jesse’s throat by now. But Jesse was kind, he took Taiga in as far as his gag reflex would let him.
“Can I… come on... your face?” Taiga asked between gasps. He didn’t want to be unkind. After all, this was probably Jesse’s first blowjob. Jesse smiled. He released Taiga and pumped him with his hands, simultaneously setting the vibrator to the highest setting. Taiga bit back his moans as he felt the pleasure surge through him. He screamed Jesse’s name as he came, spurting little droplets onto Jesse’s face.
Jesse licked off a drop that landed close to his mouth, and removed Taiga’s vibrator. Taiga lay there for a moment as he regained his breath.
“Did it feel good?” Jesse asked, generally just for the sake of asking.
Taiga sat up, scowling. “How am I supposed to answer a question like that?” He gave in with a sigh. “You know, you’re pretty-”
The door flew open with a bam. “Taiga, have you seen my-” A girl with brown curls burst in the dressing room. She stared at them for a moment, her mouth slowly forming into an ‘O’.
“Yasui…” Taiga groaned.
“Hellooo, handsome,” Yasui giggled. “Tell me, by any chance do you like threesomes?” Yasui looked at the still tied up Taiga evilly. And Taiga paled.
“No way!” Taiga screamed.
~~***~~
The End
Characters: Jesse/Taiga
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the fic.
Authors notes: Written for FQFest at je_fqfest. Around 3000+ words. Minor appearances by Kawai Fumito, Kitayama Hiromitsu, & Yasui Kentaro.
Prompt: Johnny's is a burlesque moulin rouge-esque establishment and character A is a visitor about to be completely entranced by character B who is the closing number performer in their thigh-high stockings, boots and male corsets. Backstage hookup with lace, liquor and just straight up fucking.
Summary: Junta brings Jesse to the ‘Shounen Club’, a crossdressing cabaret show where you can bid for a night with your favourite ‘showgirl’. And Jesse is captivated by the closing number performer, ‘Kyoko’.
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“Pleasure doing business with you, Nakama-san,” Jesse said, offering his hand for a handshake.
“The pleasure is mine,” The man replied with a smile, shaking Jesse’s hand with a firm, confident grip. “You know, since you’re letting me call you Jesse, you can just call me Junta.”
“Junta,” Jesse repeated, making sure to commit it to memory. As ambassadors for their respective companies, he would definitely meet with the Kansai-an often now that the partnership deal had been sealed.
He checked his watch, it was almost 5 in the evening. It would be after hours by the time he returned to the company. He might as well show some good hospitality to their new partner by offering a tour. After all it was Friday, and when better to go for drinks than on a Friday night?
“Junta, since you came all the way from Osaka, would you like to go for a drink? If you’re free, I could take you around Tokyo.”
Junta smiled, a little glint of cheekiness sparkled in his eyes for a split second as he said, “I have a place I’d like to visit. If you would be kind enough to accompany me.”
~~~
Jesse squinted at the signboard that read “Shounen Club” in bold illuminated letters. From outside the entrance, he could feel the bass and hear the strong downbeat of dance music. It was obviously a club, but what kind? He tried looking for more clues but there were barely any other signboards other than a poster that read “Kis-My-Friday”. The only thing that made sense to him was that it was Friday and that definitely wasn’t helping.
He stared at the building. It wasn’t particularly big, nor was it small. It’s just another compact sized multi-storey that looked like all the others in the crowded city. He turned to Junta in confusion.
“Go on in. You’ll understand soon enough.” Junta said with a smile.
Junta waved at the bouncer and the tough, burly man smiled in recognition. “Long time no see. Welcome back, Nakama-san.” He greeted with a bow, pushing open the doors. Junta returned the greeting with a smile and led Jesse in. Music swept over them as Jesse followed Junta along a mirrored corridor.
After a sharp turn at the end, he was faced with a large hall filled with gentlemen of all ages, some in suits, some dressed like otakus, and others dressed to impress, seated at tables arranged relatively orderly across the floor. And all eyes were on the showgirl in a red bustier on the centrestage. Her short curly bob framed her rounded face, making her look adolescent and youthful. He stared at her long lashes painted by mascara, how they fluttered as she blinked, her cute up-turned button nose, and her glossy, plump pink lips, which strengthened further her image of innocence and youth. Needless to say, she was beautiful.
“Take a seat,” Junta called to him from an empty table, smiling a little. Junta had taken this all in with such calmness that he must’ve looked like a kid staring spaced out at the entrance. He blushed.
He sat down just in time for the girl to finish her opening dance. And watched as she inhaled deeply and sang in a voice that was deeper than his own. Jesse almost fell off his chair from the shock of the realisation. If he hadn’t grabbed hold of the table, he’d be sitting on the floor by now. He thought back about the signboard saying “Shounen Club” in bold bright letters. “Shounen Club” meant boys club. It wasn’t a club for boys… The performers were boys.
“You OK, Jesse? Your ears are bright red,” Junta asked. “I guess it’s a bit of a shock if it’s your first time,” he continued, nodding in understanding. “But if you’re open to it, you might find you quite like it. You might even want to bid for a night with one of them.”
“Bid?” Jesse repeated dumbly. “Like for sex? They offer that too?” He asked turning even redder.
When the guy on stage finished his song, two other ‘girls’ came on stage to join him. “Nice to meet you, I’m Hiromi~” the singer said, striking a pose.
“That was Sanagi by Hiromi~ And I’m Fumiko, your hostess for today” one of the newcomers said, flipping his long brown curls.
“And I’m Akiko~” a black haired, slightly buffer male chimed in. Akiko wasn’t the girliest ‘girl’ but he was attractive, nonetheless.
“I guess some guys are into that type too, huh?” Jesse thought as he looked at Akiko’s arm muscles, barely hidden by his long gloves. Spacing out slightly as the hosts started talking about themes and laughing over dirty jokes. He glanced at Junta who was enthusiastically waving at the stage.
“Akiko!~” Junta yelled, obviously paying more attention to the black haired host.
Jesse paused. So Akiko was Junta’s type? That was unexpected, but he wasn’t going to judge. After coming this far, it wasn’t surprising if Junta was a real sexual deviant. The surprising thing was that after the next performance started, Akiko actually came over to their table and took a seat.
“Long time no see, Junta~” Akiko boomed. “You should’ve told me you were coming back! I’d take the day off to meet you.”
“It’s been so long! You look gorgeous, Akito!” Junta praised, running a hand through Akiko’s short bob. “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d do just that.” Jesse noticed how he referred to him as ‘Akito’ in their personal conversation.
“You know each other?” Jesse asked, slightly distracted by the increasing number of showgirls simultaneously doing hip rolls on stage to pay full attention to the conversation.
“We’re both from Kansai, see. And Junta used to work here too,” Akito said, waggling his eyebrows as he said ‘work’.
Jesse’s eyes widened at the statement. Junta was once a showgirl too? Re-examining Junta and his charismatic flair, it suddenly fit together all too well. “That explains things,” he blurted out.
“You know, you’re pretty enough to be a showgirl too,” Akito suggested with a wide grin.
“No thanks. I’ll pass.”
The two laughed and continued to talk over drinks as Jesse watched the show. Fumiko was kind enough to offer to take over the whole MC-ing for the day but Akiko still occasionally went back on stage.
~~***~~
“Trouble~” Fumiko came running to Akiko in a panicked sing-song voice. Both Junta and Akito rolled their eyes as they heard it.
“The diva’s acting up again.” Junta quipped. Fumiko laughed heartily. If Jesse were unkind, he’d say that laugh sounded almost horse-like.
“Stop stealing my mascara! Kitayama get your fat ass back here!” Fumiko mimicked in a haughty tone, stomping his feet, then bursting into laughter again. Jesse smiled as the Kansai duo laughed.
“Yokoo’s here. I won’t go on stage until I look goddamn perfect!” Fumiko mimicked again.
“You know, Yokoo would bid for him whether or not he performs that closing number. Why don’t we bring out his understudy? He’s always on standby for these scenarios anyway.” Akito suggested. “Plus…” he added looking at Jesse “I think he’d like to see this.”
“Roger that~” Fumiko saluted and returned backstage.
~~~
The lights dimmed and with a flash the spotlight was on a girl with long flowy black hair. She hid her eyes under a leoprint fedora so all he could see of her features was her pale white skin and red-rouged lips. But it was enough to send Jesse’s heart fluttering. With a smile, she ran one hand along the rim of her hat as her other hand slid down her black and gold corset. His gaze followed her long slender fingers as it slid over her garterbelt and played with the lacy hems of her thigh high stockings. Jesse gulped, unable to take his eyes away. The music played and she tipped up her hat to reveal her face. And he swore that had to be the prettiest man he’d ever seen.
“Hello~ I’m Kyoko. I’ll be in your care.” she said, as she swayed her hips to the music. And then she began to sing. Her voice was clear, melodious and delightfully androgynous. Jesse was mesmerised.
He turned to Junta. “I need a night with her.”
Junta looked almost worried. “I could hook you up, but you’d better bring booze. That tiger’s pretty fierce when he’s sober.”
~~***~~
A bottle of whiskey, and two glasses, check. He cleared his throat and knocked on Kyoko’s dressing room door. “Kyoko?” he called, opening the door.
Kyoko’s dressing room was unexpectedly tiny. It was furnished only with a couch, a vanity table, and a clothes rack. Kyoko who had been reapplying her lipstick, looked at Jesse through the reflection on her mirror. He froze, the lights on her vanity mirror reflected in her eyes like stars and now in the white light, he could clearly see how beautiful she was.
“How nice of you to bring a gift,” she said, one eyebrow raised skeptically. “Did someone give you that idea?” She turned to face him, her long hair swishing in glamorous waves. “Or are you naturally this romantic?” She slinked closer, hips swishing with every step of her high heeled boots.
“It was Junta’s idea,” he admitted.
“Ah, you must be Junta’s English friend Kawai was telling me about.”
“American… Half-American,” he corrected.
“Hmm,” she replied, more interested in the whiskey as she took it from his hands and drank it straight from the bottle. “Want some?” she offered, tipping the bottle towards his lips.
There was no way to resist her offer. He took gulp, savouring the smoky quality of the liquor, a hint of lipstick and the lingering warmth of Kyoko’s lips.
“You have good taste. This tastes great.” she commented, taking another swig after him before setting down the unused glasses on her table. “What’s your name?”
“Jesse.”
“Oh? It’s girlier than mine,” she chuckled. “I’m Taiga. I would prefer if you’d call me that.” With surprising strength, she pushed him down onto the sofa, straddling his hips. “So, how would you like it, Jesse?” She took another swig of whiskey in obvious content.
“Girl, you look so wild right now,” Jesse said licking his lips.
Taiga’s eyes glinted dangerously. “I’m a guy,” he said firmly, grinding his hips against Jesse’s, rubbing their dicks together. “Don’t put false expectations on me.”
Realization dawned upon Jesse. He had been fantasizing Taiga as a woman. He replayed his fantasies in his mind and realized it didn’t really matter if he were a man. But he should at least address him as one, since it seemed to be bothering Taiga.
“I knew that,” he lied. “It doesn’t really change anything; my dick is bigger anyway.” he challenged, rubbing back against Taiga.
“What was that?!” Taiga unravelled Jesse’s tie and wrapped it around the taller male’s wrists, pulling the knot tighter with his teeth and the hand not holding onto his whiskey bottle. His lipstick smudging a little on the silky fabric. “I’ll make you regret that.”
“Nnnh,” Jesse groaned. Taiga was ridiculously hot, and his sassy attitude and competitive streak only added to that. He felt himself grow hard, but he couldn’t do anything to help himself with his wrists bound together.
“You’re right though,” Taiga said sinking to the floor with a pout. “You have a big… talent.” he commented as he searched for his collection of cock rings. The ends of his lips twitched upwards as he found them with a bottle of lube. He tried to find one that matched Jesse’s size, looking through them innocently like a girl playing dress up on her dolls. Finally, satisfied with his largest ring, Taiga slipped it on and licked at Jesse’s cock. Running his tongue across Jesse’s balls and sucking them into his mouth briefly, and licking a trail back up to the head. He lapped at the head and took Jesse in his mouth.
Jesse moaned as he watched her lips wrap around him and she bobbed her head. Satisfied with her foreplay, she scrambled back onto her feet. “I’m not gonna let you come so easily,” she smirked. Taiga slid her fingers slowly to the straps of her panties, pulling at the ribbons holding them together in agonizing slowness.
“Shit,” Jesse cursed, feeling the ring grow tighter. Taiga dropped her panties and Jesse was reminded again that Taiga was a man. Taiga bent down to pick up the lube, coating his fingers slowly. He rubbed at his entrance and slowly inserted a finger inside. He let out a small gasp and bit his hip teasingly. Jesse groaned again, his dick was so ready; he needed some action. “Please.” he begged.
“Shh,” Taiga coaxed him, pressing a finger to his lips. He continued to finger himself slowly, settling once more across Jesse’s lap. The tips of his long hair brushing against Jesse’s chest.
“Please, Taiga. Touch me.” Jesse begged.
Taiga grabbed at Jesse’s hair, smirking. “I told you I’ll make you regret it.” He yanked Jesse’s hair harder. “Don’t challenge me, boy.”
Jesse groaned, the pain only intensified his pleasure, and he felt his dick grow hotter.
“You like this, huh.” Taiga raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You’re a kinky one.” he added, tugging his hair to the side. “And your ears are turning pink. How adorable~”
At this point, Jesse could only moan in response. “Taiga…” he whined.
Taiga smiled and pressed his lips against Jesse’s. His grip loosened in Jesse’s hair and his tongue licked at Jesse’s lips. Jesse slid his tongue against Taiga’s and savoured the friction. He could feel Taiga hardening against his own cock. He licked at Taiga’s palate and felt the slender male’s breath hitch. “Mmnn,” Taiga moaned, pulling apart.
Taiga’s eyes looked impressed and he finally gave in, positioning himself on Jesse’s dick and pushing down with a moan. Jesse groaned snapping his hips against Taiga’s. Taiga was so tight around him it was difficult to go all the way. He jerked his hips harder, making Taiga bounce.
Taiga gasped, gripping at Jesse’s shoulders as Jesse hit the sensitive tissue close to his prostate. “Nnnngh,” he moaned. Jesse was huge. He had to admit he was right about that. It had been a long time since he felt this full. He pushed down on Jesse, trying to satiate his own desire.
“Fuck! Taiga, let me hold you,” Jesse begged. “Let me come.”
Panting open mouthed, Taiga gripped at him for awhile as he contemplated. “How ‘bout no?” he retorted, flipping his hair. Resuming his pace, adding a few grinds, finally able to take in all of Jesse. He pinned Jesse’s hands on the wall above his head and pushed in to kiss him again. He nipped at Jesse’s full lips, and licked at the bites. He smooshed his lips against Jesse’s soft ones leaving smudges of lipstick on Jesse.
Jesse trailed kisses down Taiga’s chin and jaw, kissing her on the neck. And Taiga tossed back her head, moaning loudly. He bit at her nape, marvelling at how her pale smooth skin reddened. “Girl, you’re so pretty.” he blurted out.
“Did you say something?” Taiga snapped, yanking Jesse’s hair again.
“Princess.” Jesse taunted.
“You’re just asking for it.” Taiga unbuttoned Jesse’s shirt and pinched at his nipples. Jesse howled, he felt only pleasure, and he was so close now.
“I’m close, Taiga. Take the ring off.”
“Nu-uh.” Taiga continued teasing Jesse’s nipples. Jesse’s moans grew louder and with a few strong thrusts, he came, shooting his come deep into Taiga. Taiga arched his back, cursing. “Oh God, you really came.” He looked at Jesse in disbelief. “How are you going to make it up to me?” he pouted.
“Untie me, and I’ll make you feel good,” Jesse suggested.
“You better do,” Taiga sulked, getting off of Jesse. He shivered as he felt the come drip out of his ass. But released Jesse as promised.
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Taiga was on his back now, his corset unlaced, and a vibrator up his ass. Jesse had practically wrestled him into wrist restraints and dripped droplets of the mildly cold whiskey onto his chest. He hissed, the cold prickled him and the vibrator was making his legs feel weak. “This was not part of the plan.” he muttered.
“You’ll feel better if you don’t think about it,” Jesse cooed, licking the droplets of whiskey off Taiga’s smooth skin. Taiga let out a whine as Jesse began to stroke him gently.
“God damn it,” Taiga cursed as Jesse licked circles around his nipples. He was so hard now. He wanted Jesse to suck him off but he didn’t want to beg. “You have pretty luscious lips,” he hinted. “Aren’t you going to make use of them?”
Jesse chuckled, his breath tickling Taiga’s skin. “Like this?” he teased, kissing trails down Taiga’s abs, licking around his belly button. Taiga squirmed, his butt accidentally clenching the vibrator tighter and it sent shocks of pleasure through him.
“Ah…” he moaned. “You know what I mean!” he hissed.
“Coming, my princess.” Jesse smiled. He wrapped his lips around Taiga’s cock, moving his head up and down. His hand toyed with the vibrator and Taiga moaned. Jesse’s lips were delightfully soft and if that vibrator hadn’t been there, he’d be thrusting his hips into Jesse’s throat by now. But Jesse was kind, he took Taiga in as far as his gag reflex would let him.
“Can I… come on... your face?” Taiga asked between gasps. He didn’t want to be unkind. After all, this was probably Jesse’s first blowjob. Jesse smiled. He released Taiga and pumped him with his hands, simultaneously setting the vibrator to the highest setting. Taiga bit back his moans as he felt the pleasure surge through him. He screamed Jesse’s name as he came, spurting little droplets onto Jesse’s face.
Jesse licked off a drop that landed close to his mouth, and removed Taiga’s vibrator. Taiga lay there for a moment as he regained his breath.
“Did it feel good?” Jesse asked, generally just for the sake of asking.
Taiga sat up, scowling. “How am I supposed to answer a question like that?” He gave in with a sigh. “You know, you’re pretty-”
The door flew open with a bam. “Taiga, have you seen my-” A girl with brown curls burst in the dressing room. She stared at them for a moment, her mouth slowly forming into an ‘O’.
“Yasui…” Taiga groaned.
“Hellooo, handsome,” Yasui giggled. “Tell me, by any chance do you like threesomes?” Yasui looked at the still tied up Taiga evilly. And Taiga paled.
“No way!” Taiga screamed.
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The End